Chapter 364

We walked back up the Strip, enjoying the lights in the late summer evening as the splash of blues and oranges of the sunset gave us a backdrop. The crowds around the Bellagio fountains were brutal, and our feet were starting to kill us a little, so we avoided it even though it was an iconic Las Vegas attraction.

As we got to my truck in public parking Cattie blushed like crazy when Cass asked her out of nowhere about if she’d gone to the washroom to fart and not to fix her makeup. She denied it, and I believed her ... mostly. The amount of denial might have been a little too much.

At Cassidy’s insistence, we took the long, scenic route home - which was driving the Strip instead of avoiding it for the back roads. Night was settling in as we pulled onto the chaotic, brightly lit street and Las Vegas was in full glamour for the girls as I focused on the road and the other drivers who were getting distracted.

Once we’d driven the length of everything worth seeing, Cass had another suggestion - instead of going home, we should go play mini putt. It wasn’t that late, and Cattie agreed, so we went to the one that was up in the north end that wasn’t a full tourist trap - everything in Vegas was designed with tourists at least a little in mind and the mini putt place was a case in point with the slot machines in the shack where we paid and got our putters and balls.

Considering it was a Monday night, the place was pretty quiet. One teenage couple was almost finished their time, and an older man with his son who had an annoyingly piercing scream whenever he got a ball in the hole, were the only folks around.