she was a full-time resident! âSomeone needs to take a chill pill,â she muttered, shaking her head.
Moments later, the left lane started moving and the man pulled into it, and as he blew by, he returned her gesture and raised her one rude expletive.
âBack at ya,â Birdie said with a smirk as she clicked on her radio.
People began to gradually turn off Route 6 toward their destinations and the traffic began to move. Birdie glanced over at Arnoldâs as she drove by. She couldnât believe there was already a line curling around the building. âItâs definitely summer,â she said with a sigh.
A few minutes later, she turned onto Old County Road and into a sandy driveway straddled by a white picket fence. âCan you believe I finally got my picket fence?â Sailor had said when sheâd been giving Birdie the directions.
âThis is nice,â Birdie murmured as she parked behind Remy. She could see her sisters look up from where they were standing in the garden. She reached for the plate of Caprese saladâfresh tomatoes, mozzarella, and basil, drizzled with balsamic vinegarâand handed it to Sailor through the window.
âMmm, this looks good,â she said, smiling.
âThe basilâs from my garden,â Birdie said as she picked up her cumbersome bag, clanking with bottles, and gingerly stepped out.
âWhere are your crutches?â Remy asked, frowning as she gave her a hug.
âOh, I donât need those old things,â Birdie said. She turned to Sailor, hugged her, too, and pulled out the bottle of pinot grigio with the festive ribbon tied around its neck. âIâm told the palate is full and ripe,â she said with a smile.
Sailor chuckled. âIs that what your favorite gay package store owner told you?â
âIt is, â Birdie admitted with a grin. Then she frowned. âDo you really think heâs gay?â
Sailor nodded. âI love the label,â she said, admiring the da Vinci drawing. âAnd I do because heâs way too cute to be straight.â
Birdie laughed. âYouâre probably right.â
âAnd what did you get for yourself?â Sailor asked, eyeing the second bottle.
âMalbec,â Birdie said, holding out the bottle of Phebus.
âDid he talk you into it?â
She chuckled at how true her sisterâs observation was. âHe said itâs all the rage!â
âSo youâre betraying your beloved merlot?â Sailor teased, feigning shock.
âJust expanding my horizons,â Birdie said. âDo you have a corkscrew? Because I brought one just in case.â She started to reach back into her bag.
âI have one,â Sailor assured. âCome on in and weâll crack these bad girls open!â
Remy offered Birdie her arm and she gladly took it, and as they followed Sailor into the little cottage, Sailor turned. âDo you want the grand tour now or in a little bit?â
âIn a little bit,â Birdie said, sinking wearily into the only chair in the kitchenâa folding beach chair. âMy ankleâs a little achy.â
âThatâs why you should be using your crutches,â Remy scolded. âItâs only been a couple of days. . . .â
Birdie waved her off. âIâm fine. Itâs just because I had to push the damn clutch in so many times on my way hereâtraffic was terrible! In fact, itâll probably be a half hour before Piper gets heââ
âHello!â a voice called cheerily.
Sailor looked out the window. âHere she is now!â
âHey!â Piper said, sweeping in and giving her sisters hugs. She set down a platter of bruschetta and a bottle of the Black Dog Tavernâs new wine, Great White Chardonnayâit had a picture of the iconic black dog with a shark fin on his back.
âWhereâd you get that?â Sailor asked, admiring the label.
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Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn