Mouths agape, we stood and stared at Ald as the rain intensified and pummeled the awning like a hulking masseuse beating the knots and aches from a post-match boxing heavyweight.
“Good thing the food and drinks are inside,” Linda gestured the house. “I say we—”
“Amscray!” Rey shouted as another bolt streaked across the sky.
We sprinted into the house, and got soaked running just a few feet. I grabbed towels from the storage bench in the mudroom and passed them around.
Ald chuckled and patted Button when she nudged his knee with her nose.
“She really likes you,” I grinned.
“There’s no accounting for taste,” Rey sniffed, prompting Ald to swat her thigh with his towel.
Laughing, we entered the living room and took seats. Then we sobered as we recalled what we’d heard.
“I’ll open the t
