“The news said she didn’t make it, I’m sorry,” Lilly said, a hint of the old concern in her voice.
Today was Saturday, and Friday’s warm humidity had collided with the normal October coolness and produced a satisfyingly dense fog. I’d been perfectly content watching reruns of Castle from the familiar safety of my couch, but the phone had rung, and I, unwisely, had answered.
“You have some damned explaining to do,” said my phone. I knew the voice, the tone. I knew I was in for it. But instead,
“Oh? About…?”
“What are you doing right now?” she challenged.
“Watching Castle,”
“Snarky or serious?”
“Snarky one,”
Lilly paused, as if contemplating the relative worth of Castle versus whatever she wanted.