“You were right,” Darlene told Sandy the next day. “She wasn’t harmful at all. She even took me out to dinner afterwards, said it was a Russian, or something, tradition seeing we hadn’t killed each other.”
Sandy laughed. “And I bet she kissed you after you got home.”
“Yes! And what a kiss! I had to sit in my car to recover until she’d driven away.”
“Yup, that’s Joanie.”
“It took me quite a while to recover from it.”
“Yes. Did she tell you that was another tradition from outer space?”
“She didn’t say anything. She just kissed me, got out of the car, and left. I didn’t know what to think of it.”
“Oh, dear. You might have her stalking you next.”
“Stalking me?”
“Yes, but don’t worry. She won’t do anything. Did she bring a bottle of Moxie to you?”
“Yes. And you were right. That stuff
