15 MR. AND MRS. DIAMOND
The next morning, Sandy was discharged from the hospital. I popped by her boat to check on her, bringing a box of assorted pastries fresh out of the oven from Penelope’s Sugar Shack. I had my eye on the one pain au chocolat in the box. I knew it was selfish on my part, but I really hoped that Sandy was the kind of hostess who offered a cup of freshly brewed coffee and allowed her guest to have first dibs on the pastries. If she wasn’t, I’d have to create a distraction and snatch it before she did.
When I got to Sandy’s boat, I realized that in the state she was in, she probably wouldn’t have noticed or cared if I took the pain au chocolat. She was sitting in the cockpit staring into space. I waved the pastries in front of her. No response. Even the smell of choc
