It was sometime in the afternoon on the Sunday, Alice"s second day at Hilltop, that Paula mentioned me. Whether it was the morning mass at Saint Ignatius or the simple fact that the rain had shuffled Paula"s train of thought, who knows, but it was in the kitchen of Mary"s old home that the name of Bobby Brown crept into the conversation by way of the back door, stayed lounging on a sofa during their lunch and finally took up residence by the time both Alice and Paula were a bit tipsy.
“Give me five minutes to change out of my Sunday best, Alicia, and I"ll be in for some of that roast chicken of yours you"re promising and a glass or two of the sparkling stuff. My nose had adjusted to the bubbles by the time I rolled down the hill last night.” Her lyrical voice was in a dancing mood over th
