“So, if we’re being completely honest… I actually shit my pants last week in the car when I left Cottonwood Cove Café. I swear Mrs. Runither put something in her mac and cheese because that shit runneth right through me. No pun intended.” Sloane shrugged as if this were just common small talk. The table erupted in laughter. Damn, I’d missed my girls. Missed being home.
