Chapter 29: So I'm Still Not Good At This

Twenty-three minutes later, I'm at Marietta's.

Well... sort of.

As a matter of fact, I'm outside Marietta's, at the back of the longest line ever. I can count sixty people in front of me from where I'm standing. I can't even see the entrance to the place.

I try not to get discouraged as the minutes tick by. This might not be how I planned on spending my Tuesday night, but A, at least it's helping me keep my mind off of the thing-that-happened-last-night, and B, I figure the universe has to be throwing me a bone. I mean, getting the chance to talk to Dante Fontaine was insane on its own. But two Fontaines in less than a week? I guess the higher power figures I deserve a break. Or maybe my guardian angel just wants me to keep my job.

Assuming it is Raphael my brother saw, of course. I've called Matt three times since I got here - he managed to get in, so maybe he can get me past this line - but he hasn't answered. He probably can't hear his phone over the music. Even out here, I can