Around one, Linda and I caught up with Rey for snacks and sodas under a shady breadfruit tree by the Nuuanu Stream. The rain that had been promised earlier had fallen with meteorite shower intensity for an entire hour. At the moment, however, it was dry and moderately sunny.
“Agatha Winterbottom Alexandre was a little snooty maybe, thanks to a well-heeled upbringing, but pretty nice.” Rey sucked back icy diet Coke. “I really wanted to go to James-Henri"s with you, but Agatha insisted we meet at 10:30 today or we"d have to hold off until next week.” She smiled ruefully. “Sorry I didn"t let you know—in a rush to cab it to her place, I forgot my cell in the Prada bag I"d been debating using this morning.”
“Faux Prada.” Linda clinked her BFF"s can.
FauxRey sniffed and regarded a foot bridge
