“Well, that was—”
“Embarrassing?” Linda finished for Rey as we walked toward towards Linda’s Toyota Camry parked three blocks over.
“Entertaining,” she chuckled.
As did I and Linda.
“So, what did you and Sonja chat about?” my cousin asked me.
“The photo.” I glanced at my Fossil watch. It was 3: 15. I rarely wore it, a gift from Cash last Christmas. “Luv ya” was inscribed on the back. The endearment (if you could call the over-used phrase that) had always rankled me, so much so that I’d buried the gift at the bottom of a drawer upon receiving it. I’d found it earlier today when searching for a silky camisole to wear under my somewhat sheer blouse. What had possessed me to put it on? No clue.
“Did she say anything of note?” Linda asked.
“Bruce Smith was her boyfriend’s name.”
“Anothe
