Nana D continued rocking back and forth. Her braid was pulled apart today, and she looked quite pleased with herself. “Certainly. Aren"t you gonna ask me who kept me so long on the phone?”
She was going to bring up Bridget again. “I"m sure it was important. Let"s eat that delicious breakfast you"ve been cooking. What is it, bacon and eggs? Homemade biscuits?” I rubbed my stomach as the hunger pains grew. If she had fresh orange marmalade, I"d kiss the ground at her feet.
“I"ll follow you in. I"m grateful Officer Flatman was kind enough to tell me all about your traffic jam.” As the door banged shut behind her, she let out a roaring cackle worthy of Fran Drescher.
I turned bright red. It wasn"t Bridget on the phone. Flatman had the last laugh. That pig! “You didn"t?”
“I did. If there ha
