Chapter 18When Darlene flipped her cell phone open and looked at the number on the call-display, she was at a loss. She had no idea who the caller could be. It was lunchtime and since the winter snow had not reached the Vancouver shores yet, she was walking toward her favorite hang-out—a little restaurant on the corner of two busy streets—close to her office. She looked at the number one more time before she pressed the ‘Talk’ digit.
“Darlene Stovall,” she said hesitantly.
“Talya Kartz,” was the name Darlene heard before she burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh My God! Where are you? Or is this some kind of a joke? I don’t believe it. Is that really you?”
“Yes, Darlene, this is me. How are you?” Talya asked amid the giggles mixed with sniffles that she heard come over the line.
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