EIGHTEEN

I got home and threw dinner together fast. Fred had said eight o'clock. I couldn't show up at a different time or risk him not being there.

No time to eat. I had to shower, fix my hair, and find something to wear over the lingerie.

I set the table and left the food warm on the trivets. Before I could leave the kitchen, Mom and Rarlat appeared.

"Mmm, I smelled it from upstairs!" Rarlat sat down and started serving herself.

"I made it quick, but the seasoning's the same," I assured ...