We strolled along the busy, pedestrian-laden street after the meeting, sporting identical Via Spiga raincoats (strangely enough, we’d bought the same ones, but not at the same times).
“Whadya think?” Rey asked, peering up and adjusting the hood so it lay low on her forehead.
“What’s to think?” I asked. “He didn’t provide any new insight.”
“It wasn’t anything we didn’t know,” Linda agreed.
“I wonder if TT will have anything of interest to add.” Rey smiled brazenly at a tall young man who whistled as she passed on his left. “Still got it,” she whispered and winked.
“The ego?” Linda jested, nudging her.
We laughed and then squealed as the heavens opened up.
“Over there!”
Linda and I raced after Rey, into a Foodland, and rubbed away the rain running down cheeks and raincoats.
“We-ell,
