Dogs and Goddesses
Excerpt
The first thing Eleanor noticed when they settled into the limo was the mini-bar. “I hope the driver doesn’t have one of these,” she said loud enough for him to hear.
The driver, a portly, gray-haired man, displayed the carriage of a Buckingham Palace guard.
“He’s a professional,” Janey assured her, hiding her own delight over the mother lode of little bottles, surely a gift from heaven to ease her forthcoming ordeal. “What can I get you, Grandma?”
Doing her best Queen of Sheba, Eleanor studied the sunlight’s reflection off her diamond rings. “Scotch on the rocks.”
