Reed
AFTER LEADING PASTOR Richie to my mother, who was in the kitchen making plans with the caterer, I went upstairs to check on Sela. Unfortunately, she wasn’t around. I called her cell phone.
“Hello,” she answered, sounding slightly winded.
“I’m back. You still by the pool?”
“Yes, I’ll be right up.”
“Okay, I’m in your room.” I hung up, collapsed onto her bed, and turned on the television. A few minutes later, she breezed into the bedroom, engulfing me with the smell of coconuts and mango.
“Hi,” she said, leaning over to kiss my lips.
“Hi. How’d it go?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “How did what go?”
I yawned. “Relaxing, swimming, working on your tan... how did it go?”
She walked over to her suitcase and started rifling through it. “Okay. I’m full of chlorine and tanning oil. I’m
