“That was pretty much a waste,” Rey sighed, sliding into the back seat of Linda"s Echo while I dropped into the front. The high heels flew into a corner and she flopped back. “Man, I could never be a hooker. The wardrobe would kill me. Anyone want to massage my feet?”
“In your dreams,” Linda snorted, starting the car. “Do you guys want to go have a beer?”
“Not in this outfit. Let"s grab a case and a couple of huge bags of Maui Sweet Onion chips at ABC. Nummmmm.”
ABC stores in Waikiki were literally every few yards, so the drive to the convenience store was quick, as was the one home.
While Rey showered and changed, Linda and I sat in my lanai, munching and sipping, and discussing non-events of the day.
“At least we know that Gino has no clue as to where William is.”
“So he claims.” I
