“Whoa, slow down, nelly,” said Fox, so I did.
We walked together, his arm slung over my shoulders. He said, “Don’t worry about your Dabba Doo. It’s already a success from what Lytton said last week.”
“Yeah. I know. I just get so nervous about succeeding.”
“I get it. You weren’t exactly praised for your work in the warehouse, and that Russ dickhead stole your research at the Coast Guard. But you know what? You don’t need to worry anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve created a life here, a story that has a happy ending. No more dickheads and abusive criminals. Pippa Lofting is a success in Pure and Easy. Pippa Lofting is helping a lot of people in pain.”
“Pippa Lofting loves you.”
“And Pippa Lofting never has to worry about anything like that ever again.”
I knew Fox Isherwood told the truth. Because he’d created his own story where he never had to worry about that shit again, too.