Linda and I were back home at 7:30, not feeling any pain and happy we’d decided to cab it downtown and back. After quickly slipping into shorts and Ts, we’d joined the kids in the living room.
“I found a note,” Linda waved gaily as she slipped into the living room. “It was pinned to the wheezer. Rey and Sach went to Zippy’s for dinner. Eddy took the kids out for a walk at five. I guess we can take them out again around ten or eleven, depending on how awake we are.”
“Did she get the commercial?” I asked, petting Piggaletto.
“She didn’t say.” She dropped alongside me, and the happy porker scrambled across my lap to be with his mom. “While we didn’t learn anything of value regarding Sonja, it was funny to hear those tales from Maria-Luisa.”
I laughed. The “tales” revolved around Sonja’s y
