the friday 56

The Friday 56

Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.

I'm reading Still Me.

We walked slowly through the tables to the ladies, me trying not to scan the room for Josh. All eyes were on Agnes as she went, not just because of the vivid color of her dress, but because she had magnetisim, an unconscious way of drawing the eye. She walked with her chin up, her shoulders back, a queen.

The moment we got into the ladies' lounge, she slumped onto the chaise in the corner and gestured to me to give her a cigarette. "My God. This evening. I may die if we don't leave soon."