A little fuzzy from a couple of vodkas, she could sure use some help from Henry, although the sounds of Sean sobbing had pretty much sobered her up. “Holy crap, what are we supposed to do with all this food?” Henry asked, flinging the two lost-and-found bags onto the floor. “I was hoping you would know.” “You’re the one who grew up in a diner. But I suppose we can figure it out. How’s it going here?” Henry asked. Sabrina filled him in, explaining that Sean had a total meltdown at sunset and that he and the rest of the family were resting until she let them know dinner was ready. “How did it go with Gavin?” Sabrina asked. “All right. The guy’s not my favorite Keating, shall we say. He didn’t seem overly upset about Elena’s murder, but got kind of maudlin when he talked about her and the business. Weird,” Henry said, lifting covers off of dishes to see what had been delivered.
