THIRTY-FOUR
After LuAnn called Rachel and Olivia to meet at the clubhouse, she dressed herself in baggy jeans and a plain shirt. She swept her hair into a ponytail, not bothering to wear makeup, nor take the time to put on earrings. Her anger was mounting as LuAnn stomped out of the unit, her footfalls making plenty of noise that the downstairs neighbor would certainly object to.
As soon as she arrived at the clubhouse, she ordered a draft. Rachel and Olivia appeared almost immediately after.
“Hey, what’s up?” Rachel asked as she sat.
“Yes, what’s so important to call a meeting?” Olivia pulled out her chair.
“Sit. It’s a long tale,” LuAnn said. Her expression was one of consternation and annoyance.
When the server arrived with LuAnn’s draft, the two women ordered iced teas.
“I’ve be
