Luna lived with her mother, Mona, in the house she’d grown up in. She was allegedly taking care of Mona and giving her a hand around the house, but I’d always had the sneaking suspicion that Mona was helping Luna just as much. The house was a motley assortment of both Mona’s well-established tastes and Luna’s more colorful style. When I walked in, there was the coziness demonstrated by Mona’s crocheted blankets and her quilts. Childhood artwork by Luna still graced the fridge. Luna’s contributions were colorful wall hangings in a kaleidoscope of colors and a fair amount of clutter.
Luna, Mona, Jeremy and Grayson were sitting around the dining room table. They greeted her with smiles.
Mona said, “Thank heavens you and Luna are all right, Ann! What a horrible thing to happen. I’ve been wor
