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tempted to play with the pills.”
    “Man, your cat is going to be so mad at you. First you ditch him for a god of sex, then when you’re not spending all your time getting fucked by him at his swanky penthouse, you’re locking Leo up before running out to meet your best friends. Your cat has a hard life.”
    We both laugh.
    “Hmmm, strange,” I say as I walk through my apartment. “I swear I shut the door to the bathroom behind me last night right before I ran out to meet you guys. When I got back at the wee hours of the morning, I couldn’t be bothered removing my makeup and I dove straight into bed, but now the door is wide open and there’s no sign of Leo anywhere.”
    “Did he jump out the window?”
    “Are you crazy? My cat is way too pampered to even think of doing such a foolish thing.”
    “I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t either if I was treated like a king.”
    “Don’t be jealous of Leo. I found him. I don’t know how he got out, but he’s sleeping exactly where I didn’t want him to be. Silly cat, I told him to say away from the pills.” I squat down to pet my furry best friend. “Did you miss me? Come to Momma—” I stop talking and bring my hand to my mouth in a gasp of horror.
    “What is it, Candy?”
    “Oh my God, Lia. It’s Leo.”
    “What happened?”
    “I don’t know, but he’s lying on my kitchen floor as rigid as a board with his eyes wide open.” I jump back up to my feet, panicked. “I swear I barricaded him in the bathroom. God, could I have forgotten to close the door when Devin called me to find out when I was getting to the bar? Oh, no. I think he’s swallowed some of the pills, Lia. There’s powder on the floor and he’s not moving,” I wail, scared out of my mind.
    “Candy, calm down. Get dressed and get Leo to a vet.”
    “My vet is closed on weekends.”
    “This is New York. Someone is open. Let me do a few Google searches and I’ll text you an address close to your home.”
    “Lia, what am I going to do if Leo is dead? I’m already an orphan and now my best—”
    “Honey, you need to get him out of your apartment immediately and get him some help. I’m going to jump into a cab and come to join you. I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
    “Lia, what have I done?” I cry out.
    “Candy, don’t panic. You haven’t done anything. You need to rush your cat to a vet. Do you hear me?”
    “Yes,” I say, bursting into tears again.
     
     

 
    Chapter 7
     
    Nine days later
     
    “I have to stop crying,” I whisper under my breath, aware the cab driver is looking at me suspiciously through his rear view mirror.
    I’m on my way back to the vet. Dr. Victor Mills called me on Sunday as I was having brunch with Max to ask me to come into his office first thing. Max wanted to come with me, but I assured him it had to be a technicality, since there was nothing more the doctor could tell me that would shock me.
    It’s been a little over one week since my beloved cat, Leonardo DiCaprio, died. What more news can there be? I thought I had developed enough to no longer feel pain, but from the hellish week I’ve had to live through, I know nothing could be further from the truth. Death sucks.
    Everything happened so fast last week. I couldn’t think or feel. I guess I was lucky in many ways, because Lia found the address to a caring vet not too far from my home and I didn’t have to deal with driving around the city with a dead cat in my lap. Dr. Mills gave his diagnosis very quickly and when he did, I broke down and collapsed on the floor. Lia and the doctor picked me up and took me to an empty waiting room where I cried my eyes out for thirty minutes straight. Lia sat next to me hugging me and caressing my back. She did her best to reassure me, but my heart was broken and I was inconsolable.
    Once I stopped crying, Lia declared she needed to get me home. As we were leaving, Dr. Mills asked me to take a photo of the label of the BoostaSlimz-X30 Green