Chapter 47Aunt Bess had called late that evening to congratulate Lani. “Dear, let me talk to your mother.” Penny had a pillow on top of her head. She nursed a bubbling champagne headache. The pillow had a distinct odor, and though the sheets were clean, something nasty had permeated the polyester filling. She couldn't wait to get home and sleep in her own bed, with her own sheets.
Lani sat down on the queen-sized bed and shook her mother. “Mom, it's Aunt Betsy. Peter and I are going dancing.”
There was no use trying to fight it. The bedside clock showed eleven o'clock at night, in neon green. Lani was a newlywed and they were in Vegas. Nonetheless, it did seem way past Aunt Bess' bedtime. Penny propped herself up, moved the pillow and took the phone. “Have fun,” she said to her daughter
