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Quincey
“So...nothing?”
Ricci was just as dumbfounded as me, but I nodded and shrugged to her question. She called, asking if I wanted to meet up for coffee, so I gave Emily the day off. We went to a local coffee place that had a corner area for kids to play. There were usually only one or two children using it, and today, it was just us with Nova. Nova was having a ball throwing the balls into a little ball pit they had. Total love for balls here.
So far, none had escaped or hit any other coffee-goers, so success.
I was sitting on the floor, Nova standing in front of me, and Ricci was sitting on the chairs kitty-corner from us.
Her mouth gaped before she took a sip of her chai tea. “I can’t believe that. I mean, we were sneaking out like you were an ex-convict.” She narrowed her
