I walk out of the pool and grab one of the towels Marla folded and put in a basket for easy access. I’m not sure what my family would’ve done if she’d never come into our lives. My dad was doing an okay job after my mom died, but we were struggling for a while. Especially Chevelle.
My grandma and her friend Dori greet the petite brunette walking into the yard. I don’t see their friend Midge, which is concerning because she has sticky fingers. Marla might want to check her jewelry box after everyone leaves.
First things first though, I need to figure out what Allie is doing here.
Dori is doing most of the talking, asking Allie if she found the house okay. I don’t understand what the hell is going on.
“Grandma. Dori.”
Their names are curt off my tongue and my grandma shoots me “the look
