They had finished dessert and were enjoying their last cups of coffee when Barbara nudged particularly hard in the ribs, almost making her spill her cup.
“What?” hissed angrily. “What is it?”
“It’s her. She’s coming over here,” Barbara murmured.
“Her who? Joanna?” scanned the room. “Oh…her…”
Cat waved happily at them as she approached. She was wearing a very short black dress and low heels, and she definitely did not have “cheerleader legs” as had surmised. She looked tiny, doll-like, even fragile.
“Hi, guys,” she grinned as she reached their table. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on staying. I just happened to see you two on my way out, and I wanted to apologize for bending your ears half off this morning and for dragging you all over the town with me.”
“Oh…hey…no problem!” Barba
