“A k********g and a mugging? What the hell is going on with you lately?” “Don’t remind me. It’s been one hell of a month.” She rolled her eyes, then grabbed my hand and pulled us up. “Come on, let’s get this show started. And remember, you need assistance, you come find me.” I squeezed her hand. “Thanks, Lessi.” We made our way downstairs to find the formal living area had been transformed into a sophisticated arrangement of glittering white lights, crisp ivory table linens, and decadent Madonna Lilies. The party would be indoor/outdoor, so the décor spilled out onto the patio where glowing heaters stood at regular intervals to keep the spring air from feeling too chilly.
My mother had done a beautiful job. The look was formal but not austere or gaudy—she had achieved an elegant atmospher
