Why? Yes, because I see that my demons sometimes take over me. That's what happened in November, when I almost tried cocaine at Gia Mateo's party. Fortunately, Hyde quickly pulled me away from the white path. And in October, not long before Halloween, Gail Hawthorne, a high school student with a Gorilla brain, pinned me in the toilet and thank all the gods that Ray taught me self-defense at 13 years old. This path is more dangerous than BDSM, I know this and sessions with Robert can help me.
Taylor approaches me on the street.
Miss Still, Mr. De Niro told me to take you home, the driver says formally. I nod and get into the Bentley.
- How did you get into my house and take the cat? - I m interested.
- Master key, Miss Still. In my youth I was a professional thief. He unsuccessfully robbed the house of one of the Hollywood stars and got caught doing it. And Mr. De Niro paid bail for me and now I serve him, Jason smiles.
Oops! Hmm, the weirdness in Robert's world continues. But, damn it, I like that his world doesn t look ordinary and correct.
- What kind of movie star did you rob? - I don t let up.
Martin Scorsese, Taylor replies. - as you know, he and Robert are good friends, perhaps even more.
I nod silently. The road to my house flies by quickly, and when I enter home, I feel much happier and calmer than before. Carrick lies down by the fireplace and I go check on Grace. As it turned out, my polar friend had successfully flown at night and was now sleeping in a cage. Apparently, Jason managed to do this too. I sit down on the bed, open my purse and start reading the contract.
