“What has you up so early this morning?” Linda asked, carrying a well-stuffed overnight bag. Hastily, she crammed it in a bottom cupboard and stepped to the coffee machine to pour herself a big mug of freshly brewed coffee.
“I could ask the same of you,” I commented, glancing at the coffee-cup wall clock. It was just shy of five.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said with a sigh, sitting across from me. “Piggaletto’s taken to snoring—in my ear.”
I chuckled. “Nice outfit.”
She sported a soft-pink scalloped cardigan, floral-print boat-neck top, and egg-white pants. With a rueful smile, she said, “I caught Rey’s ‘sale-bug’ last week and bought some new clothes.”
“You lucked out last night. You don’t have to tell her you’re going to spend the weekend with Mink.”
She sighed softly. “She’ll have to
