Laura
I knew Evelyn was still in the penthouse when I heard her say, “Absolutely not,” before I even made it through the front door.
I looked at the pink flamingo lamp tucked under my arm.
Perfect.
The elevator doors closed behind me as I stepped into the foyer carrying three shopping bags, while the delivery guy followed with enough boxes to confirm I’d completely ignored Stephen’s warning about not buying out Manhattan.
“Laura?” Stephen called.
“Before you say anything, everything was on sale.”
He appeared around the corner.
His eyes dropped to the bags.
Then the boxes.
Then the flamingo.
“Woman.”
“Don’t start.”
“You said you were buying a few things.”
“These are a few things.”
“There is a delivery truck downstairs.”
“Your daughter needed options.”
“Our daughter currentl
