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Sitting out in the back courtyard the following Sunday, with her girls and their pitcher of margaritas, Whisper was adjusting her life to fit into the McDade routine.
The trio had missed their Friday night out again that week. It wasn’t her fault that time, or even the McDades fault. Paula had met herself a special man the previous week while Whisper had been patching up the walking wounded. Even though she hadn’t made the party, Mariana and Paula had gone out together. In the club, Paula had caught herself a live one.
At least, that’s what they’d thought. Paula showed up to the arranged date two days ago, on Friday, excited, looking forward to her night. And the stupid guy had left her sitting in a bar for hours before texting to reschedule for the next night, Saturday.
The fact th
