And so, we split up, with barely more than two weeks to go until the next full moon, until Steven’s pack would surely come looking for me.
My dad and mom did indeed know the mayor of Savannah, as Gramps had said. With an election year around the corner, it was the perfect ruse to get him down there without raising any suspicions. And perhaps the other mayor could help, my dad figured, however out of the loop he’d need to be.
As for convincing Mitzy to go to Vegas, well, let’s just say that it wasn’t too hard a sell. “Better than Utah,” she quipped, just after we told her. There, of course, was one of those gross understatements again.
And, before we knew it, Ted and I were on a plane to Salt Lake City, which was the last place I’d ever expected to be headed. See, I didn’t ski and my fon
