“I finished reading that rubbish you gave me last night. It was poorly written, cartoonish,and perverted. You don’t honestly expect people to buy something so stupid, do you?” Portiasneered.
“Mean-spirited witch!” Jackie blasted her. “Didn’t your mother teach you that if you can’tsay something nice, don’t say it at all? I want my book back.”
“Sorry. I performed a good deed before I left the hotel this morning: I threw it in thewastebasket to spare the next poor schmuck from having to read it.”
“You threw my book in the trash?”
Portia shrugged. “It’s exactly where it belongs.”
Jackie puffed up with so much hot air that she looked like an inflatable sex toy. “Even withmy author