Chapter 25“Don’t we all look drop-dead gorgeous?” Rey declared gaily as she, Linda and I were seated at a small rectangular table with a starched, white linen tablecloth near the stamped cobblestone patio of La Tortue. “Who’d have thought you had it in you to wear something sexy, Cousin Jilly?”
“That’s Cousin JJ.” I delivered a raspberry ten times louder than her usual (nothing like acting one’s age or demonstrating decorum in an upscale venue).
Grinning, she gazed across an ocean that sparkled stunningly under the star-infused heavens and sighed with appreciation. An earlier leaden sky had evolved into an unblemished one, and Nature’s abundant exterior was as beautiful and lustrous as the restaurant’s elegant, man-made interior.
The three of us had taken different modes of transportati
