The Diary of Nina
I love gossip, diary and I’m fortunate to have a best friend like Brandi Broke; she always knows the latest tidbits about our neighbors. Every Wednesday afternoon she calls me with the latest news; we’re usually on the phone for a couple hours, chatting and laughing. I was really looking forward to her call this week (I needed some cheering up, since my fight with Dina), but I could instantly tell by Brandi’s tone of voice that she had something awful to tell me.
I sat in the kitchen with baited breathe as she reluctantly shared her story with me. Honestly, I don’t remember every detail (I’ve tried to block most of it from my memory), but I can give you the gist of the story, diary.
Well, the night before (Tuesday evening) Dina and I had a huge fight (remember, diary). Once the screaming and yelling was done, I headed up to bed to get some sleep and to make my headache go away. I figured Dina would stay would downstairs and watch some TV or workout on her weight machine, but I assumed wrong. According to Brandi, Dina stole my car again and headed downtown to one of the seedier clubs in Pleasantview.
