48 NoraNora set her champagne flute in the cup holder. She’d been sitting too long.
She’d removed her suit jacket, opened the top two buttons on her white silk blouse, and kicked off her pumps.
Still, her back felt like it was kinking up.
She lifted both arms over her head and stretched.
Dropping her hands back to her lap, she giggled.
“What’s funny now?” Seated beside her, Hunter poured bubbly, refilling her flute.
Her sister wore an off-white caftan made of Egyptian cotton. It was embroidered with multicolored flowers and birds.
Their leather seats looked like ones Nora’d seen passing through business class on an airliner.
But these cushy seats stretched along the driver’s side of a modified Lincoln Continental. The side facing them was filled by a neon-lit wet bar.
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