Kimbra

Ding!

I sigh as I turn toward Shana. With her half-filled glass of wine sitting on the end table, she's asleep at the other end of the couch. Apparently, wine, pizza, and hanging out at airports waiting for her flight has taken its toll.

The doorbell rings again but she doesn't budge.

I shake my head and walk toward the door, wondering who would be coming to our place at almost nine at night. From habit, I peek out the small domed peephole. All I can see ...