“Ald’s still sleeping on the ohana floor. I hope he remembers to grab the rain poncho when he comes over, and notices the swamp by the pond. I near fell into it.” Sach blew thick sandy strands from his weary silver-gray eyes as he took a seat on the loveseat and grimaced. He was wearing the salmon-colored chinos and floral short-sleeved button-up shirt from last night. Neatly pressed upon arrival, they now sported dozens of creases—and a subtle scent of eau de sweat. “Ech. I shouldn’t o’ had that last glass of wine.”
ohanaeau de sweat“The seventh one?” Linda jested over the rim of her Batgirl mug. She leaned back and sipped noisily.
seventh“Ha-ha, elephant lady,” he murmured, gazing up and down her pajamas, which sported a dancing elephant motif.
“You look like you could use this.” I pa
