She managed it in twenty, which was a bit of a record. The fact that she wasn’t pulled for doing seventy in a fifty-five zone on the interstate—in a safety corridor, at that—only added to her delight. When she finally took the Cary Street exit off the Downtown Expressway, she checked her phone and found a response from Edie waiting. No rush, I got here early to find parking. A gorgeous night! Will wait by the door. C U soon.
Joanne smiled at her reflection in the rearview mirror. See? She wasn’t mad. Still, Joanne didn’t curb her speed too much as she took the corner onto Cary and cruised down the busy, one-way street. She didn’t even bother looking for a parking spot here—Carytown was always packed, and there was enough parking in lots behind the buildings and on side streets that it was
