““Just in time, Evie,” Selena said. “I’ve got everything ready.” I surveyed the outdoor table, immaculately set with nice silver and crisp napkins. Covered dishes steamed with mouthwatering aromas. “We’re having quail, asparagus, and mushroom risotto. Hot apple cobbler for dessert.” I smiled thinly. Martha Stewart called, wants her shtick back. “Can I help?” Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I’d felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.””
