Once my groceries had been removed from the heap in the bundle buggy, Rey rocketed upstairs with it, looking like a chef-contestant going for a mad dash-grab through Flavortown Market in Guy"s Grocery Games. She was meeting Colt at the Sheraton for drinks at 4:00 before the sunset sail and wanted to look drop-dead Mata-Hari gorgeous.
Linda and Button engaged in a rubber-chicken play-fight while I called Gail to see if she was up for B&Eing. With an uneasy breath, she confirmed she was. The plan: Sisters Linda and JJ would smile their devout ways up to Colt"s third floor condo unit while Gail kept watch below.
At 3:00, Linda dropped back down with the habits and two bags: a gym bag contained a change of clothes while a faux-leather duffel bag held tools of the trade – Bushnell binoculars,
