Page 33 of Love on Apollo and Main

Ew. What a slime ball. Why do I care about being polite to this guy? My fear of offending people is a sickness. I swear. Also, thanks, citizens of Towering Pines, for broadcasting my finances to the world.

“No. I couldn’t.” And now I’m depressed. Thanks.

“Oh, well. I’d love to interview the generous patron. What’s their name?”

“He’d like to remain anonymous.”

“He?”

Crap. I knew I should have just walked away but I thought that would make things worse. I suck at this. It’s really no wonder why Apollo ran away from this life. It’s utterly exhausting.

“Yes. And anonymous. Please. I have to go now.” This time I do walk away. But then, halfway up the path to the porch, the reporter calls out to me, “Nice talking you. See you around, Lily.”

And that’s my night completely ruined.