One minute later, closer to Banter’s door step, she receives a text message on her cell phone. Like Lolita Key, Banter is not big on driving and texting at the same time, believing it a game with death, of course. Instead of taking the text at this very second, she completes her drive home, which turns out to be less than a mile, and pulls her BMW into her driveway and finally inside her garage. Here, she turns the Beamer’s engine off, shuts the headlights off, closes the garage door, and decides to read the incoming text on her cell phone.
The text happens to be from her niece, Tuckie Brice, a mechanic at Monkey’s Garage, and a part-time college student. The only niece Banter has gained in life. The once-girl who is now a true friend, a woman who looks up to Banter for advice, feminine c
