CHAPTER
5
Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Angelina’s Mexican Kitchen. I hastily collected the food, started out the door, halted, and then turned around. Perhaps I should pick up a gift card now. I had a feeling I might need it soon. Driving out of town, I was tortured by the mouthwatering aroma of warm tortilla chips, tamales and refried beans wafting from the plastic bags. I could swear my empty stomach was whistling almost as loudly as the rising wind now buffeting my Jeep. I held out as long as I could. Unable to control myself a second longer, I dug into the chips and munched several handfuls as I cruised along the highway towards home, my mind busily sorting through all the tidbits of information imparted by Ginger. Even though we had both been in a hurry to leave, she b
