Sharen thinks to ask, “How has Deanne adjusted to what happened.” She was careful to not mention shooting or killing.
“You guys,” Drew answers, “she’s been an odd duck through the whole experience. Never once cried. But, a real big bonus is she and her older sister are not at each other anymore. Dena loves and admires Deanne to no end.”
“Hmm,” Sharen remarks. “I never would have thought that.”
Drissa suddenly feels the sensuous crawl of naked flesh inching up her calf, then recalls that Sharen is barefooted. She catches her woman’s eye and risks winking at her and smiles warmly, tasting her wine to cover up. She also risks lowering one hand between her knees and lovingly caresses those prurient toes. Suddenly, she grabs the big toe and starts stroking it just like she was m**********g a
