to me.”
For half a second, she fell silent.
Then she rolled her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll rent everything.”
“Okay.”
She marched back across the yard.
Sophie had listened from inside.
She opened the door.
“That was terrifying.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Good terrifying?”
“Mostly.”
Friday passed.
Then Saturday morning arrived.
At 8:15, someone knocked.
Denise.
Her hair was only half curled.
One eye had makeup.
The other didn’t.
She looked as though she had been awake for hours.
“Do you still have the tables?”
“Yes.”
“And the cooler?”
“Yes.”
“The rental
