Celeste chimed, slinging back the heavy brocade curtains in Trudy’s bedroom windows. She grinned wickedly when her cousin dove under the chenille bedcover. “I’ve got breakfast, so get up.” Trudy peeked from under the covers. “What time is it?” “Half past ten.” Trudy moaned. “Way too early, now get out.” Celeste ignored her cousin. She slid the breakfast tray off the dressing table and set it on the bed between them. “Trudy, please. I’ve already cleaned the house, visited the grocers and picked up our order at Green’s. “Did you pick up my white tux?” Trudy mumbled. “Sure did, now get up,” Celeste ordered. As commanded, yet with the pace of a snail, Trudy pushed back the covers. “Bagels and lox?” Celeste picked up a bagel and sliced it open. “I need some advice,” she said, while slathering both halves with cream cheese. “I’ve got a date tonight.” “Well aren’t you Miss Popular.” Trudy’s eyes widened.
