8 Chapter 8

Ginger smiled, her nodding now in overdrive. “See, you’re not as lost as you thought you were.” She reached down and patted my shoulder, if just barely. “Now get your things and let’s get a move on. Time is money, after all.”

Before I could inquire, yet again, Flo raised her perfectly manicured hand up to stop me. “Again, just an expression, sugar. After all, money is only used for tips these days. And you haven’t even seen our act yet.”

To which Dara grumbled in response, “Not so sure about that.”

Still, we weren’t budging. “Uh, where exactly are we getting a move on to, if you don’t mind me asking?” I held off asking the why, seeing as this merry threesome seemed to have a hard enough time answering one question let along two. Or six. Or the ten I had lined up.

Three pairs of fabulously painted lips cracked three beguiling smiles. “Why, Liberty Island, of course.”

“Of course,” I echoed. “And where, pray tell, is Liberty Island?”