Chapter 11
“I’m looking forward to dinner with you and the girls.”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, staring at the elevator doors, afraid my face might betray me. With my free hand I traced the outline of the box in my coat pocket. The one I still needed to give to Miss Baxter.
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“Oh, it smells wonderful.” Hasiba and I stood in the foyer while I took her coat. “Like home.”
Moona dashed through the kitchen door with outstretched arms. “Mom,” she said, laying her head on her mother’s shoulder.
“Your girlfriend’s a good driver.”
“Mom, I—”
“Relax, dear. I know you two are together. Mother’s intuition. I know all your secrets.” Moona’s mother pinched her on the cheek and smiled as she said this. Moona began to look a bit pale.
I tilted my head toward Miss Baxter’s bedroom door. Moona gave a small nod and I excused myself.
“Miss Baxter,” I said after knocking, “dinner’s almost ready.”