Seventy-One:
Cecelia Porter
The house Jude had gotten me was in Malibu, of all places. In California. It was the last place anyone in the world would have expected to be. Jude had driven us from the airport, and when we got to the house I couldn’t help but stare. “It’s so big.”
It was a two story, white, hacienda style house that overlooked the ocean.
Jude winked. “Just because you’re hiding, doesn’t mean that you have to hide in complete isolation.”
“Technically I’m not in hiding, I’m dead,” I reminded him.
“Well, just because you’re dead doesn’t mean that you can’t be living the sweet life.”
“Well---”
“For f***s sake, woman, just be happy you’re living in a nice place. Anyway, you won’t be bored. The neighborhood is gated, and everyone here in Star Hills is in the en
