“She’s planning on visiting next month. Date to be confirmed,” Rey said blandly as she eyed the text on her phone.
“Isn’t she the one who won a lottery?” Linda asked, tucking the last coffee mug into the cupboard. We’d arrived at the agency at 8:45 and in the last half hour had managed to down two cups of caffeine each.
“That’s the one,” Rey and I said in unison.
Aunt Jane Sue had won lots of money courtesy of a state lottery. No longer stoic and prudish, she’d flown to Great Britain, France, and Italy with some “cute young thing”. Wearying of him after a couple of months, she’d traveled around Asia on her own, then purchased a condo in Minato, a special ward of Tokyo.
“Fun times,” Rey murmured and rose from the sofa to stretch. “Let’s rock and roll. Linda, you’re calling the folks in
