Chapter Eight
I followed Luna out of the community room and leaned against one of the bookcases in the children’s area outside it. “Thanks, Luna. I owe you.”
“Homeowner association again, I presume,” said Luna with a chuckle.
“Even worse. Homeowner association and a blind date with a visiting nephew named Kevin,” I said, suddenly feeling very sorry for myself. I had been on many, many blind dates. They never seemed to go well. One of them in particular had gone horribly wrong.
“Glad I could rescue you,” said Luna with a wink. She glanced at her watch. “Ugh. I guess we’ll have to have storytime somewhere else.”
A dry voice behind us answered, “Sorry. When Howard gets chatty, it can take a while.”
We whirled around to see the mayor’s wife, Tanya. She was tall and very thin with a sort
