Epilogue
FIVE YEARS LATER
I blink into the bright sunlight to find Faye on the deck, overlooking the ocean.
“She finally rises.” Faye holds her arms open for me. “Come here.”
I walk over to her. “I’m getting too old for night shoots.” I look over the deck’s railing. “Where are the LBFs?” It’s how we refer to our children sometimes, short for Leesa and Leroy Burton-Fleming.
“Next door. I’ll call Ava to ask if they’re not being too much of a nuisance.”
“What does it say about us as mothers that our children prefer to spend their Saturday with the lesbians next door?” I lean into Faye.
“That they are very considerate and well-educated kids who want to give us some much-needed alone time.” Faye taps her wrist. “I was about to come wake you in the most irresistible fashion.”
“In that ca
