Rosenblum snaps back to the beginning of the summer, where she lays out her rogues’ gallery of gossips, hypocrites, cheaters.
“As the summer went on, the women’s fillers and injectables wore off,” she writes.
(Except for the part about the possible murder.)
With so many objectionable characters, it’s anybody’s guess who will end up dead before the summer is over.
And there are enigmatic ancient writings and rituals that speak to the nature of God and existence itself.
Persons:
Rosenblum, She’s, ”, “, Danielle Trussoni’s, Mike Brink, ” There’s, —
Organizations:
Labor
Locations:
Saltaire