Considering I"d had maybe two hours sleep, I was fairly awake when I welcomed Buddy into the condo at 7:00 a.m. Saturday. She"d called an hour earlier, asking if we could meet ASAP as opposed to scheduling a later time and date.
Her wavy hair hung loose. Sporting white cotton shorts, a floral-print blouse, and a Rebecca Minkoff Crossbody bag (Rey had been admiring one – of many – a few weeks back), she looked as beautiful and perky as ever. This morning, however, she finally looked relaxed.
“What did you want to share, besides coffee and treats?” I grinned, referring to the huge cups of coffee and paper bag perched on a cardboard tray.
“JJ, honey, you look like you"ve been burning the candle at both ends.” She slipped off pristine white canvas sneakers before placing the tray on the kit
