But tonight—tonight was just for me to celebrate that the invisible maid had finally woken up.
And she had fangs.
I wasn’t there when they arrived.
But Michael told me everything three days later when he came looking for me at Linda’s house crying.
Let me reconstruct that night as my grandson narrated it to me with tears rolling down his cheeks.
It was 1:23 in the morning when Daniel’s car entered the gated community.
The security guard waved them through with a greeting.
The guard later told me they were laughing loudly with the music turned all the way up.
Emily was leaning on Daniel’s shoulder.
She had drunk three glasses of red wine, two of champagne, and a shot of tequila with which they made a final toast.
Daniel wasn’t sober either.
He’d had two double whiskeys and several beers.
The kids were asleep
