she said. “Power’s back on.”“Hooray,” I said. “When?”I stripped off my gardening gloves and sat down in the shade of a large, leafy vine. A yellow jacket buzzed near a grape cluster that oozed sugary juice. I swiped at the wasp with my gloves and it flew off.“Fifteen minutes ago.”“Great. Now we won’t have to change our plans for the weekend.”“I called your cousin and told her. Thanked her for offering to bail us out with generators and anything else we needed.”“Thanks. What’d she say?”“Her exact words?” Frankie said. “That it’s been her experience in catering that ninety-eight percent of the time you never need to go through with your backup plans. But it’s always good to be prepared for the other ten percent when things fall through.”I smiled. “Sounds like Dominique. She did save our bacon, though.”“She mentioned that. Told me that when it came to family she was always ready to stick her neck out on a limb.”Though she’d been in the country for more than a decade, Dominique still found American idioms challenging.
