Then Sunny’s cell phone buzzed, and the look on her face told all: that was Courtney. Courtney having issues, Courtney being needy, Courtney needing bodyguarding as she went clubbing: Courtney with the black hair and pale pale skin and six-inch heels and skirts so short she looked like she was trying out for superheroine or else chorus girl, and the hot-and-cold manner, clinging one minute and icy-distant, all-business the next.
Intermittent reinforcement, Annie supplied from Psych 101. It gets those rats hopping to, if you give them treats at random intervals, just like every bad country-western or R & B song: “Baby, you’re so nice and then you’re so mean…” She’d wish that Sunny knew better, but a heartbreaker was a heartbreaker, regardless of sex or race, and no matter which sex was the opposite. When she was a naïve teenager, she thought that her love life would have been easier if she’d been into girls, because boys were an alien species, but watching Sunny and Rafe had set her straight on that one.