The room falls silent except for a couple whispering beneath the breath. Everyone's eyes are staring directly at Kenneth and me, and then I see then staring at an old lady behind his chair with angry dark brown eyes and a vast oak cane.
"Abigail!" I squeal excitedly, "It's you!" I run past Kenneth and boldly hug her.
"Hello, Dear. I see you found your way to Hemmingway Resorts."
"I did. Thank you so much." She gently pushes me back and looks at me from head to toe. "Hmm, it seems you got your color back in your skin, too. The whole freaking out on the plane thing was doing nothing for your complexion."
"I am sure it wasn't." I roll my eyes.
"I am sure she looked lovely, Abigail. She always does." Kenneth stares at my ass, then my breast before locking eyes with me and winks.
Abiga
