CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
“Maybe we should move the office here,” Linda joked, referring to the fact we were gathered on the lanai at noon, about to chow down on lamb burgers Adwin had just grilled.
Sach had picked up two salads—Thai and Greek—and a couple of pâtés. Rey and Linda had gotten fresh fruit and veggies from a farmer’s market, and I’d bought pastries at a local bakery. Jimmy C had driven off on his Vespa to purchase soda and light beer. Given the lack of sleep, save for a maybe three hours between four and seven this morning, we’d managed to complete tasks without incident.
“Get-togethers and GRP-s***h-Slim certainly have gone hand-in-hand,” I said, pulling a bottle of Kona Light from the ice-filled bucket.
We were seated under the sizable cantilever shade structure, enjoying the w
