CHAPTER FORTY
At eight, the wine and steak party had turned into a pajama party, because the rain had returned with a vengeance, pounding walls and windows. And before the wine was opened, we’d decided it might be fun to put on pjs and lounge on fleecy blankets in the living room, before the sofa and armchairs.
Sach wore a blindingly colorful jungle-print robe over pink cotton pajamas while Adwin sported a long-sleeve neon-green T-shirt over pansy-purple fleece pants. We couldn’t help but joke that the two must have shopped together. Jimmy C’s bedtime ensemble was subdued with simple cotton-poplin drawstring pants and a white T. The three of us? Shorty pajama sets. Rey: red pouty lips. Linda: dancing frisky felines. Me: black-and-white prison stripes.
The last half hour had been spent d
