Hoping no neighbor watched, Kay slunk beneath the windows toward the front driveway. A wide-open space lay between her and the street. She couldn’t risk sprinting to her car. She had better hide behind the oleander until Olivia left.
Her desire to apprise Mona of the origin of her husband’s unreported perks had been trumped by intrigue regarding the overheard conversation. What had Simon done? Who was Trey? As she waited, pressure on her bladder heightened. She shouldn’t have drunk all that water.
Excerpted from AGE MATTERS by Peggy Dougherty.