Chapter 2
“It’s Larry! Would you like to get together later?”
“Why don’t you and whatzhisname come for dinner?” I laughed.
“He’s out of town,” Larry said, trying to sound disappointed. “Anyway, he’s only my housemate, not my, um, you know.”
“Just you then. And me.
“What can I bring? I have a big—um—sausage.”
We settled on wine, and I drove the rest of the way, happily trying to remember my grandmother’s recipe. It wasn’t until I pulled into my driveway that I remembered my father and his aide were coming for dinner.
“Shit!” I said to my cat Felicia as I went inside. She only climbed up my jeans and started licking whipped cream off my chin.