Chapter 5
Ivy put her hands on her hips and stared up at the cabinet in the garage. “Now, where were we before our neighbor called the police on a guest?”
Shelly laughed. “Poor Nick, we should probably comp him a night. It’s not often you almost get arrested for meditating. Guess we have to start making nice with Darla again.”
“I have been,” Ivy said. “I was so embarrassed for Nick. But Darla’s not so bad; she’s just bored.” The past summer, she and Darla had forged a truce after Ivy called the paramedics for Darla when she collapsed on the beach. In turn, Darla canceled the lawsuit, and Ivy came to understand her better during the woman’s recovery. However, old habits were hard to change.
Ivy stared up at the cabinet again, which was easily seven feet tall. She flattened her hands aga
