Well, it was a very successful night for Henry. Sandy and I couldn’t be prouder. The only thing that made me a bit upset was his agent, Trina. I don’t know why she stared at me the way she did. Who does she think she is?
Well, I thought Trina was another Miranda Strolls. She was a bugger, and that meant a jerk according to Henry. Trina obviously overreacted, and I have no clue why she would act that way with me.
This was it for tonight, then. Hmm! I wonder what was wrong with me?
What has really thrown me for a loop is how Henry used me as his muse.
Why? What were his intentions? As much as I want to shake this off I just couldn’t.
Anyway, why am I up so late and bent out of shape over this? I heard Sandy calling me. She’s
wondering why I wasn’t asleep. Goodnight.