“Lana! Victor!” I called as I rounded the back of the other limousine in time to see the man lift Lana into a wheelchair.
“Daisy, dear,” Lana said when she saw me approaching her. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to be mistaken for my son,” Harry laughed as he closed the limousine’s door and turned around.
“Don’t let it go to your head, Harry,” Lana giggled. “Maybe Daisy lost a contact lens.”
My disappointment that he wasn’t Victor was crushing me, but I tried not to show it. “It’s good to see you, Harry. I didn’t know you enjoyed shopping with Lana.”
“I don’t enjoy shopping at all.” Harry smiled at his wife. “But Lana can’t get around by herself yet, so I was drafted to be her nurse today.”
“Nurse?” Lana rolled her eyes. “I just need a little help getting in and out of the car.”
