Jilly and I made popcorn in her minuscule kitchen, and to my relief she didn’t mention her dream again. Mom, Aunt Ellen and Gran had retired for the evening, and the atmosphere in Jilly’s place was pure carnival. “Hey, Mom! ‘Hitchhiker III’ is on!” Tish yelled over to us, dodging Ruthann as she tried to steal the television remote. “Can we watch it? Please?” “No way!” I called back, sticking my head around the edge of the half-wall that separated the two rooms. “That’s a horror movie.” “Awww, come on, Aunt Joey,” wheedled Clint, and I almost gave in; it was nearly impossible to say no to Clinty. His big blue eyes and all. Jilly came to my rescue, adding firmly, “Clint, no. Ruthann will have nightmares for a week.” “Nuh-uh!” protested my youngest from the direction of the couch. “It’s okay, ‘Sex and the City’ is on!”
What do You think about Summer At The Shore Leave Cafe?
