Chapter Seven
AFTER DRIVING ALONG in companionable silence for a few minutes toward Glendale and the Casa Bonita rest home, Julie let out a soft laugh.
Vince glanced at her and smiled. “Something funny?”
She blinked several times. “No, just remembering something I walked in on yesterday.”
“By the look on your face, I’d say it was amusing.” His concentration was torn between the traffic ahead and the woman in the seat next to him.
“I went to visit my parents yesterday morning and they were,” she took a deep breath, “having s*x. Well, they weren’t actually having s*x, but they would have been if I’d arrived two minutes later.” Disbelief was on her face, mingled with a half-smile.
“And?”
“I really didn’t know they still did that sort of thing!”
Vince chuckled. “Guess you know better n
