I called Liv on my drive to La Selva, but she didn’t pick up her cellphone. My excitement about the evening’s events with the zoologist was overwhelming and I wanted to spill my emotions to her listening ear. She would have been thrilled to learn that I was about to mend my ways with Donlito Estar. In fact, she would have bubbled up with supportive laughter about my decision to visit sss Don.
We didn’t talk, though. Liv had her own life and was busy doing something. Therefore, I left a voice message for her: Liv, I’m heading to sss Don’s estate. I think we have things worked out. A total misunderstanding on my part. I’ll call you tomorrow and will share all the wicked details with you. Love ya, gal. Have fun. Be safe.
