Chapter Eighteen
But the rest of the day wasn’t shaping up to be all that great. After I finished at the library, I hurried to the staff restroom really quickly to freshen up before my dinner with Kevin. I smoothed down my hair and took a paper towel to wipe away a mysterious stain from my lunch that had somehow migrated to my sleeve. Then I applied a smudge of lipstick. It would have to do. I muttered Zelda’s name under my breath as I headed out the door.
It seemed to be a quiet night at Quittin’ Time, which suited me well. As the hostess greeted me at the door, I said, “I’m actually supposed to be meeting someone here. Is there anyone already here waiting for another party?”
The restaurant hostess gave me an apologetic look and shook her head. I stifled a sigh and said, “Could I wait
