“We’re just really glad you’re all right,” Linda, as she often had to do, translated for Martha.
“Well, it’s all hands on deck tomorrow, so I’m glad we didn’t lose a pair of those hands,” Zach remarked.
“That is what you’re glad about?” Martha asked.
Zach indicated me. “She just said she’s fine and enjoyed a hotdog on the way home.”
“I need something a lot stronger than wine,” Martha decreed.
“Shooters!” Joey cried.
“I can’t get drunk before my wedding. I don’t want bags under my eyes for the pictures,” Alexis put in.
“One shot won’t get you drunk,” Jessie told her.
“Okay, one shot,” Alexis agreed.
“Shit, I don’t have my bar here anymore,” Jessie muttered (she’d moved in with Eric not long ago, paving the way for Alice to move to the Oasis).
“You can use ours. Come on,” Bill offered.
They took off.
“Has it occurred to anybody that maybe Luna and Knox want to chill after her kidnapping?” Willow asked.
Everyone looked at everyone else, flummoxed by this question.
I burst out laughing again.
“Just a shot,” Harlow put in. “Then we all have to rest for the big day.”
“Just a shot,” Willow agreed.
I looked at Raye when I realized she hadn’t let go of my hand.
I’m okay, I mouthed.
She gave me a squeeze, a long look and let go.
I drew in a deep breath, released it and found my guy.
He was chatting with Jacob.
It was over.
We were home.
There was a wedding tomorrow.
And dinner with Mom and Dad the next day.
All was right in the world of the Angels.
And my guy had closure.
So no.
I wasn’t okay.
