“Um…” Mr. McHenry searched his pockets. “We sure did.” He pulled out a piece of paper and held it out.
Trinna took it and quickly read it over. “It’s a receipt from the hotel.”
“It’s not just a receipt,” her father said indignantly. “It’s a memento of the love shared between my second cousin and the lowlife jerk who married her for her money.”
“Oh, how romantic!” Trinna said, trying to sound excited. “Anyway, what’re we doing for dinner?”
“Just something quick.” Mrs. McHenry said. “How about pizza?”
Ray and Trinna looked at each other a moment, then said in unison. “No pizza.”