Chapter 5: A Dish Served Hot
The next day felt like the build-up to a huge event. Like my college graduation, or our wedding day. All day, we tried to stay busy, all the while aware that the time when we would have to cross the street was drawing closer.
Sandy, it seemed, was feeling the pressure as well. She had accepted our invitation with a short e-mail that could have come from the customer-service department of a credit card company. On Steph’s advice, we didn’t answer. But no men dropped by her place, and she seemed to be unable to stay inside, coming out to stare at our house and pace nervously.
It probably didn’t help that Steph suggested that we get the younger woman as worked up as we could before we visited. So early in the afternoon I stripped down to a pair of raggedy-ass s
