Chapter Eight
“Put this on the bump, Tony, it should help the swelling go down,” Jo murmured, handing an ice pack to Antonio Vega, elephant trainer extraordinaire and Jo’s tenacious but hopeless suitor. She shook her head as she turned and picked her way through her overly crowded apartment. “Excuse me, Stan. How are you doing, Kid? Hi, Marcus. Nice to see you again, Curly. I like your new look, Suzy.”
Jo did a great imitation of hopscotch as she stepped over the six dancing dogs that Mattie never went anywhere without. She kissed Marvin and Martin on the cheek as they silently opened the imaginary door leading to the only place that wasn’t overcrowded – of sorts. Five out of the six chairs were filled at the oval dinette set.
Marvin and Martin turned and stood at attention as if they w
