“Trudy is going to be fine, thank goodness,” RITA said.
Rose almost dissolved in her chair. She laid her forehead on her folded arms and sniffed. Maria stood up from her position on the couch, came over, and hugged her.
“I remember what it was like when Rico was missing. I’m glad Trudy is okay,” Maria quietly said.
Rose straightened and brushed her hands across her damp cheeks. Runt remained quiet. They had all been tense ever since they had received word that Trudy had been shot.
“Me too. Otherwise Avery would kick all of our asses,” Rose joked in a trembling voice.
“Come on. Let’s go get some hot chocolate and dessert. This calls for a celebration. Runt, you coming?” Maria asked.
Runt shook her head. “I’m good,” she replied.
“Okay. If you need anything, give us a ring,” Maria said
