Hot Shots
"What the hell is going on with you, girl? I think you aren't quite as over Matt Vorchak as you'd like us all to believe."
"What?" She blinked. "No, I'm - " She flopped back on the lounger. "I am so messed up, Dara."
"No kidding. You need to chill, honey. Inhale the lavender. When they bring in the wine take a good slug."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She sighed again. "This is so just nutso."
"It's - " Dara's eyes flicked to the television. "Oh, hey. Here's the sports news. I wonder if there'll be anything about Matt and what he'll be doing."