Chapter 16
“Did I miss it? Did I miss it?” I cried, dashing back into the living room. Through the skylights, the sun, a golden coin in the azure-rich heavens, flooded the room with blazing warmth in defiance of November’s cooler temperatures.
“Relax, Chatty Cathy, I would have yelled for you,” said Reed from the old couch where I’d left him a few minutes earlier. “By the way, congratulations to your mom for setting a new world’s record in the ‘number of times a mother can phone a child in a single morning’ category.”
Laughing, I plopped down and planted my bare feet on the coffee table beside his. “What can I say? She’s excited about the daytime-TV hell we’re about to break loose any moment now.”
“I think she’s more excited than we are. Mom truly is one crazy dame.”
“If she heard you
