Chapter 39
As she stepped from the shower, the doorbell rang, signaling
Paula’s arrival, Mignon finished drying off and putting on her robe before going out to greet her friend. Hmmm, she thought. Paula must have broken all the speed records to make it to Ladera Heights from Santa Monica in less than thirty minutes. “Hey there!” She greeted her friend with the usual hug. What took you soooo long? Cars get in your way?” “Not today—I put the Porsche into P and let it puurrr past them!” Both women laughed girlishly at their senseless humor. . . . it was the way they had bantered since they’d become fast friends in elementary school. In fact, Paula and Mignon were more like sisters than friends, each completely able to trust the other with their secrets, argue, and forgiv
