Chapter 2
“I don’t know what’s keeping Mark,” Billy Jo said. “I know he should be here by now. Damn, it’s really coming down out there…” She fumbled her glass of wine then, spilling some of the red she loved on the light granite island. Her mom and Diana were sitting at high-back chairs across from her, each with a glass of wine, and she could hear the voices of her dad and Mark’s dad, Jed, in the living room.
“I’ll get that,” said her mom, already off her chair, her long blond hair hanging loose past her shoulders. She wore a pink turtleneck and deep blue wool pants, but she could wear anything and look good. She reached for a sponge at the sink and moved Billy Jo over as she wiped up the spill and handed her the glass. “Here you go. You just drink your wine before you knock something e
