I swam a few laps, then made April’s mint Julep. There was some fresh fruit already laid out along with some boiled eggs that I wolfed down.
About an hour later, April stepped out of the house and onto the porch.
She’d styled her gray streaked dark hair in one of Desdemonia’s twisted updos, and layered on the makeup but not quite as thick as her mother. She wore a wraparound dress with sensible sandals, and huge sunglasses.
“April?” I said.
She took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she said.
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