Ada was sitting between Eddie and me in the truck and we were on the way to Blanca’s. Mom and Trixie were fol owing, it was easier for Mom to get in and out of Trixie’s car and her wheelchair was already safe in the trunk. Ada wanted to ride in the “fancy truck” and no one had the heart to refuse her. It took us three goes to shove her bony behind into the cab but we got her in and we al headed out. So, there we were, a mini-convoy on the way to my doom. I’d spent most of the day in Eddie’s bed, Eddie spent most of the day in me. Around three o’clock, I caught sight of the clock and panicked. I pul ed Eddie out of bed and nagged at him to shower. Then I paced and texted Daisy as a response to her second phone message (the one left after the cal Eddie didn’t let me answer), setting a meeting with her the next day while he showered and dressed. He wore what I considered (in my limited experience) an Eddie dress-up outfit, black, light-weight, v-neck sweater over a white tshirt, jeans that were seriously faded (the only kind I think he owned) and his signature black cowboy boots and silver-buckled belt.
