Unravel Me
Lynn Montagano
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For the girls who are my real life Lia and Stephanie; Bethany, Crissy, Deana, Kelly, Jenny, Renee and Tamara.
Deana and Renee - thanks for always knowing what group we’re in and where my comb is. I hope you make it off the island soon.
Kelly, Jenny and Tamara - even though we’re scattered around the country, I couldn’t have asked for a better, more fabulous group of ladies to be lucky enough to call my longtime friends. Heart you guys! Can we all be in one state at the same time someday soon?!
Crissy - thanks for being my partner in crime and joining me on many, many adventures through Orlando, Scotland and England.
Bethany - My sister from another mister. Thanks for all the pep talks, laughter and crazy poses on roller coasters.
The newsroom was in a frenzy. A meth lab had exploded in one of the motels along US 192 westbound. Nobody was hurt but most of the rooms had to be evacuated. I was in the middle of typing the reporter’s package intro, ignoring the steady beeping of my cell phone. It was Stephanie. She’d been texting me all day, presumably to continue her barrage of insults.
“Did the keyboard do something to piss you off?”
I stopped pounding my fingers against the keys and looked up, meeting the bright, almond eyes of my co-worker and cubemate, Sydney Makeeda.