Chapter Fifty-one
Saddle bagLeslie snorted. “That’s all you got from her thirty second rant?” She gave a visible shudder which seemed to rock every mound of spare flesh. “Caroline made the society pages, and you didn’t?” She waggled her bushy eyebrows. “You didn’t have an engagement and you got married in secret.”
“So?” Hana stuck her chin in the air. “Liza had lots more to say. But that particular part offended me the most.” Her lips flattened into a snooty line. “And she thinks f*******: is called Faceache.”
Leslie shrugged. “Wouldn’t know. Don’t have it.”
Hana turned to watch the children messing around in the back of the truck. Edin leaned sideways to hold Mac’s hand across the empty seat between them. Phoenix perched on the pull down seat in the boot with her nose in her story. Wi
