Page 44 of All the Wrong Places

Sasha looked over at Joan, her eyes growing wide. “Uh-oh,” she said.

“Well, that sobered me up fast,” Joan said with a laugh. “I think that’s our cue to leave.”

“You smell funny,” Sasha told her mother.

“Definitely our cue to leave,” Paige said. “Will you be okay?” she asked Chloe.

“I’ll be fine.” She walked them to the front door, Sasha already asleep in her arms. “Call me tomorrow? I want to hear all about this dentist.”

“You got it.”

Chloe watched them climb into Paige’s car and back out of the driveway. “Good night, flowers!” she called after them.