To my great astonishment, she eventually sashayed forward, took a mushroom, and then called to Richard, “Hey, partner guy! How does it feel to have one of your associates living in a place that’s twice as big as yours?”
Richard Chenault merely pursed his lips and looked away. Had Ookie’s javelin hit its mark, or was the Chief just feeling so low about his niece’s death that he didn’t care what Ookie did?
Without missing a beat, Vic shifted into “Yesterday.”
Returning to the kitchen, I replaced the empty mushroom platter with a large glass platter that held smaller glass dishes, plus room for rows of empanadas and a glass bowl of guacamole. With a pile of napkins held snugly in my left hand, I began a lap of the enormous living room. Nora Ellis appeared, looking radiant. She had changed
