The animals were waiting by the door, full of reproach. Even Blondie had come out of her chair to join them. I gave the dogs a run in the yard, and the cats were content with some attention and having a new layer of dry cat food added to their bowls. What a night, I thought as I flopped on my sofa. Tired was too mild a word for what I felt. Drained, depleted, exhausted. But at the same time, I was too wired to just go to bed. There was so much going around in my mind. I couldn’t believe that another rehearsal for Sheila had gone sour. Though, like Rhoda had said, at least we’d replaced the image of Delaney’s body with the image of cops rushing in with their guns out. The phone rang, startling me. Since it was my landline, it had a real ring instead of a disembodied voice yelling at me to answer. There were a number of missed calls on the phone, which I was pretty sure were from Dinah, so I figured she was trying again.
