AFTER MEETING UP WITH Scooter and Mrs. Moto at the marina and stopping to get takeout, we had a nice meal back at the cottage—pad thai and spring rolls for the humans and liver pâté from a can for the feline. Over dessert, I filled Scooter in on our visit to the turtle sanctuary.
“Mabel, the volunteer there, reminded me of your aunt Ethel. She was fawning over Ken, going on and on about how smart he was and the fact that he’s a doctor. Ken looked like he wanted to die. He was so embarrassed.”
“But I don’t have a doctorate.”
“No, but your aunt is always bragging about what a great basketball player you were in college. It’s all she ever talks about.”
Scooter’s face reddened. “That’s sweet, but I wasn’t that good.”
“See, that’s what I love about you. You’re so self-effacing. Penny and I
