Eight of them would be gone.
That’s right. He. Ate. My. Favorite. Black. Heels.
He usually only like flip-flops, so I wasn’t worried when I left these out. However, Gatsby must’ve been a little miffed at me for staying out late. Because when I woke up – that’s what they looked like.
Theodore at Theodore’s Shoe Repair (my favorite place for shoe fix-its in the city) said he can recover them, fortunately. But they better look good. Because if they don’t… Gatsby just may lose that last life!