***Rosemary’s POV***
Home sweet home. As nice as Hotep had been, nothing beat my own bed, my friends, and a night without Alexander's chainsaw snoring.
Ella flopped onto her side.
"Finally," she yawned, "our room and some peace and quiet."
I nodded in agreement.
“There was this little old lady named Mariposa, and she had the hots for Dad,” Alexander teased as we all settled around the dining table.
I heard Mom’s laughter as she clutched her sides, recalling Mariposa’s playful attempts to woo Dad. I glanced at her, tears of joy streaming down her tanned cheeks as she doubled over. Dad sat in his chair, rolling his eyes but smiling broadly as she tapped his lap lightly, trying to catch her breath.
“Well, that sounds like you two had a blast. It’s been pretty quiet here,” Anderson sa
