The parking lot was jammed with cars, most of them elegant luxury models. She helped Nana from the SUV, while Cissy and Laverne climbed out of the backseat. Thelma pulled up behind them in her harvest-gold 1973 Lincoln Town Car. Gilda clambered out and ran around, opening Thelma’s door for her. T...
She behaved herself, and only spent a few hours working in the tearoom each afternoon. But Friday had been especially busy, so Sophie sent her grandmother upstairs to rest and Laverne home to look after her nonagenarian father. She shared leftover soup with her grandmother for dinner, then nipped...
“I wasn’t snooping. I came in here looking for you, but I saw how the place looked, like . . . like someone had rifled through all your stuff. Have you had a break-in?” she asked, assuming an air of innocence. “No, this is how it always looks. I’m not big on organization,”...