“But why?” His dear face was confused.
“Women's business,” she said mysteriously. “It's not the right time.”
And now they were driving to the mall in Barb's car. She had pulled up outside of Heather's house that night, precisely at six PM, and had honked her horn peremptorily. Heather had quickly zipped up her parka and scurried down the walk to her car, exactly, she thought grumpily, as if she were a fourteen year-old getting picked up after band practice. She leaned forward to put her hands in front of the air vents, trying to warm up.
She caught Barb's glance and smiled. “I don't know what's wrong with me. I grew up in weather like this.”
“Oh, your blood got thin from spending all that time in the sun in California,” Barb said with a warm smile. “Give yourself a year or two, and you
