Suddenly, she pulled through the entrance of a rather exclusive apartment complex; one and two story condominiums with garage entrances. We pulled into the garage of one at the far end of the very last row of the complex.
“Here we are. The best coffee shop in town,” Sonny announced. She turned off the motor and got out of the car, quickly coming around the car to open the door for me before I could get my seatbelt unfastened. She took my hand to help me out of the car.
“Is this where you live?” I asked, looking around before the garage door slowly, quietly slid closed.
“Mi casa es su casa,” Sonny smiled, gesturing with a flourish as she unlocked the door to the apartment.
I walked in and looked around, wide-eyed. The living room, or at least I assumed it was the living room, surprised
