“We"re clear on who is doing what?” I asked, sipping the last of a tall vanilla latte, courtesy of a new friend named Starbuck"s (I"d been a tad late in discovering the world of creamyich caffeine-infused drinks).
“Isn"t this exciting?” Rey purred in my ear as she leaned into the space between the passenger"s seat and the driver"s.
Linda"s boyfriend had borrowed her peach-colored Toyota Echo for the weekend as his Acura was in the shop with transmission issues. Rey didn"t yet own a vehicle, which was a good thing; she leaned toward the neurotic as it was, never mind having her handle a steering wheel during rush hour traffic. I suspected Valium would be mandatory when playing passenger to Rey"s driver.
We were outside an upscale fitness club on Kapiolani that Carmelita Sangita Howell fr
