~ Joan ~
Rhoda let out a choked laugh once we’d reached a safe distance, far enough to be sure those men weren’t on our heels anymore.
Throwing her head back, she laughed again, the sound disappearing into the night air. It was 10 p.m., and the sparse crowd around us stared like we’d lost our minds.
“Glad you find this funny,” I said dryly, though a faint smile tugged at my lips as I dangled my heels in the air.
I’d slipped them off earlier when we’d outrun the men. How we managed to sprint so fast remained a mystery.
At least I was lucky. My purse was still intact, though I was certain my fists and legs would be sore by morning.
“Jo—oh, goodness,” Rhoda stammered, wiping tears of laughter from her cheeks. I just stared at her.
Rhoda wasn’t one to stand up for herself. She’d have be
