Chapter Twenty-One Three sets of glazed eyes watched the door open slowly. In bounded tail-wagging Button and glassy-eyed Rey, a long-stemmed red rose in one hand.
Bonzo, perched on Gail’s lap, hopped to the floor and he and his friend raced happily from the living room into the lanai.
“Whoa. A smashed welcome-home committee.” My cousin gazed from three empty polka-dotted cocktail glasses to an empty carafe to a full one. “Did you guys decide to hold a liquid slumber party?”
“We did. And you’re looking a bit ‘smashed’ yourself,” Linda commented crisply, stretching bare legs onto an ottoman.
After waiting in the Nissan for twenty minutes and receiving no calls or texts, we’d gathered sleep-over stuff at Gail’s and returned to the condo. That had been two hours ago. At the moment, we
