Zoe snorted. "Well, Deirdre does plenty of shit to talk about."

"What kind of shit?" Rachel asked, curious. Who was this Dylan and was his sister a real rockstar and how did Zoe know a rockstar anyway?

"Oh, uh," God, where did you even start with Deirdre. "I'll show you her journal sometime, it's probably easier for you to experience Deirdre for yourself. She was real nice to me when I first got to England, though. I've known her since I was, like, twelve."