CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The party was going full swing. Mom and Dad were dancing to the Bee Gees. Rick, Juliet and I pretended not to be mortified by Dad’s John Travolta arm. Everyone seemed to have fun. Grant arrived with his mom. Shari looked haunted compared to the last time I saw her. Her husband’s death must be taking a toll on her. I decided to make a point to go visit her more often.
“ Shari! I am glad you could come this evening. You must be happy to have Grant home with you,” I said.
“ I’m thrilled, Phee. You and Grant should stop by next Saturday. I will make you my famous fried chicken. I remember how much you loved it as a girl.” Shari was a soft-spoken woman, and I had to lean in to hear her over the band.
“ I’d love to come visit. I’m happy as a kitten in cream to have my
