“I’m in. And so’s everyone from my warehouse,” I said and shook his outstretched hand. For the first time in a while, he seemed excited and upbeat about something.
“And then we can get Felicia back from them,” he said.
That worried me. That must’ve been why he was proposing this insane plan in the first place. He thought he would get his wife back because of it.
I woke up to the smell of a homecooked breakfast. Betty never cooked and even when my mother was still with us, she’d still sleep in instead of cooking. Felicia came in all smiles and woke us up, focusing her attention on Joe. How could Martin and Felicia be so nice? What was wrong with them?