I lifted a spoonful of vegetable soup to my mouth. My mother did the same. Xandy barked from where she sat on the couch. On TV, there was a retrospective of Cristina Tate’s best performances. Tears bounced from her dark eyes, smudging her flawless makeup as she delivered the best performance of her life—the one that had earned her the Oscar for Best Actress.
“Do you remember Lenora? That childhood friend of yours.”
I raised an eyebrow at my mother.
Estella was friends with the girl’s mother and had forced me to spend time with Lenora throughout my entire childhood.
Even though Lenora had always treated me like some scrap of food stuck in the kitchen drain. For no apparent reason other than the fact that she did not like me.
Lenora had been considered popular when we were kids, and alo
