Laylee’s mother offhandedly accuses her of not doing enough about Cookie’s weight problem. Laylee is photographed on Fifth Avenue wearing her new Chanel bag,
L aylee tiptoed out of the girls’ room as if the carpet was booby-trapped. She eased the door closed sighing in relief when no one called her back. The only sound in the house was the distant rumble of Gavi’s voice downstairs.
“That was the dietician’s office they canceled Cookie’s appointment for tomorrow” Gavi said as Laylee walked into the living room not bothering to glance up from the spreadsheets on his laptop.
“It took me three weeks to get that appointment!” Laylee fumed. “And now it’s canceled because of possible flurries?”
“Not flurries Lay. Feet.”
Laylee plopped down on the sofa. “Well that’s not the worst of it. Cassandra went to Queens this morning to visit her sister and she just texted that she’s not going to make it back before the snow starts.”
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