Khloe flopped on one of the couches, pulling me down with her. She pouted. “And LT won’t even tell me. Her best friend forever, who will be there at the very end at her bedside when she’s dying.” “Khloe!” all of us cried out, making my roomie blush. “Don’t talk about my death!” I said. “Jeez!” “I was just trying to make a point,” Khloe said. She patted my arm. “Now you know that I’ll be around forever.