Cow Palace

Dinah closed her eyes tightly, trying to sort out the voices, the sounds. As though she had to. Grimacing, she stood. She'd have to go downstairs. Not for the first time did she wish Ross was here to run interference.

"Di, are you listening? What the hell's going on? I need a little sympathy here, okay?" Mirelle's voice had morphed into a squawk from the receiver. "Are you there?"

Perry burst into the room from the landing, his pale face flushed and blotchy, his fine yellow hair swinging over...