My parents' home is a far cry from Shelby's parents' mansion. We drive up the dirt road leading to their property. I can tell by Shelby's smile that she's already in love. I knew she would be and that's why I refused to answer any questions about my parents throughout the week.
Their Pueblo-style home has orange stuccoed outer walls. There's an iron gate that leads into a small comfortable courtyard complete with a Mexican chiminea for the cooler winter months.
I park and open my door. Shelby waits for me to walk around and help her out, but Daisy has no manners. He jumps down and begins sniffing the desert landscaping. I'm unconcerned. My parents own several acres.
The yapping alerts me that the dual terrors are on the attack. They fly out of the courtyard with my mother on their heel
