“It"s a trap,” Vicky, my childhood best friend informed me from the kitchen, peering at me with eyebrows furrowed. “That Elizabeth is trying to set you up for some fall.”
“Why"d she do that for?” I propped my legs on the coffee table. I only had enough time to place my keys on the kitchen counter before Vicky arrived for our girl"s night in, which we had most nights since Tommy called her. She"d hung up with him and called the number he"d given her, and after the first awkward meeting, it was like there wasn"t a ten-year gap in our friendship.
I"d relayed my encounter with Mwara while I showered and changed into my version of PJs–flannel pants and an oversized T-shirt. “She got rid of me ten years ago.” I sighed with relief as I stretched.
In the kitchen, divided from the living room by
