Lauren saw Gillian shake her bangs out of her eyes and lift her phone to eye-level. She had a thing about not looking down at her phone, because she’d read an article about neck strain and cell phones.
Lauren waved when her best friend glanced up after reading the text. She smiled and cut a glance toward her boss, who was arranging flowers in a vase. Then she walked over to the woman and had a brief conversation before escaping out the front door to the sidewalk where Lauren waited.
“What did you tell her?”
“I have to bring back the seafood bisque,” she said. “It’s so dead right now anyway. No one is interested in buying a house during the holidays.” Gillian stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and picked up the pace. “It’s freezing out here.”
With Thanksgiving only two days away and
