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However, Sunny Creek Village, it see for social hierarchy as it is in age

The women strut, their best outfits and short kitten heels in neon colors strobing across the room like a psychedelic rainbow of sorts, and the men puff out their chests with the posture of twenty-year-olds

There are s like a land-bound fish since the o

With seating assignments emblazed on place cards at the table, for the first tilad that Sal insisted on calling ahead to confirm with the clubhouse that not only would he and Stella be there, but Carly and I would be acco them

Call me naïve, but I had no idea the kind of for would entail until the le with drinks in their hands, their flirtatious counterparts all ht nails and all the jewelry they own on their necks There’s an obvious social structure here in Sunny Creek, kind of like at a high school dance, and to both Carly’s and ht just be the most popular of them all

“Good to see you, Mrs Dickens,” Sal schot to be at least ten years his senior and is draped in silk from head to toe Carly looks at me ide eyes fro inconspicuously

She h Hefner at the pool earlier, but right now, tonight, I swear to God we’ve stumbled into the over-sixty-five version of the Playboy mansion for real

“How’s To with the pneumonia?” Stella adds conversationally

“On and off,” Mrs Dickens responds “They’re prettyhim in the care facility now”

“I’ out to touch the silk-laden shoulder

A faint bell rings in the background, and Sal reaches out to take Stella’s elbow “That’s the dinner bell We better get our seats”

“Dinner bell?” Carly questions quietly toclue In all roup dinners at the clubhouse

“We’ll see you soon,” Stella says in closing with Mrs Dickens, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then stepping away Carly and I fall in step behind our hobbling parents as they lances over her shoulder to get our attention, seeing the duration of our walk as the perfect opportunity to get us up to speed