Sofia took a closer look.“Busted,” she whispered.
“She has eyes like a hawk,” Zoe replied.“I thought the fucking thing was gone!”
“What did you say?”Cynthia demanded.
“It’s getting late.I need to be going…to church.Yeah.Church.”
Cynthia started to protest but John waved her off and spoke over her, “You need to come see us, Zoe.Sofia makes the effort.”
Sofia promised to call on Tuesday when she was at the office then disconnected the call.“Church?”
Zoe shrugged lamely.
“And a love bite?”
“I’m going to hell for all my lies.”
“I think you’ll have plenty of company while you’re there,” Sofia replied while sliding off her chair.She moved to the other side of the counter to cut off a large slice of the quiche.“Who’s the vampire?”
“Might have been Todd.”
“Might have been?”Sofia asked, pausing with her knife halfway through the egg dish.
“Probably.”
“Probably?”she repeated.
Obviously Zoe couldn’t keep a secret and gnawed on her thumbnail for a second before adding, “Maybe Marcel.”
“I haven’t heard about him.”Sofia finished the downward motion with the knife then drew it toward her.
“Is that for me?It is, isn’t it?You’re taking pity on me so I don’t have to cook this afternoon.”
“You’re not getting out of telling me this story,” Sofia countered.
“Nothing much.A bunch of us went to dinner on Thursday night then headed for dancing at the Top of the City.”
The nightclub had opened a little less than a year ago.It occupied the top floor of a downtown high-rise, and there were reportedly bouncers at the door on the street level to check the invitation list before allowing guests the privilege of waiting in line to get on the elevator.
“Marcel is the manager, and I might have thanked him for letting us cut the line.You could join us some night.”
“I’m in bed by then.”
Zoe rolled her eyes.“We arrived just after ten.”
“Like I said…”
“Sis, I may drag you there myself.You’ve got to get out.Live a little.”
She wished she had an argument for that.Zoe worked as hard as she played.
She put the slice of quiche into a plastic storage box then pressed the lid into place.
“Any more of those berries left?”
“You could go to a farmer’s market sometime.Or even a grocery store.”
“A…what?”
