Naomi smiled and shook the last person’s hand, accepting congratulations and best wishes. She was both relieved and hurt that King had gotten up and left as soon as the meeting had ended, and she was still undecided which emotion was strongest. She wanted to talk to him, and she knew she would talk to him – but maybe this wasn’t the time or the place.
The man left and Naomi looked at Mirrie. The younger woman had an odd expression on her face.
“What?” Naomi said.
“I told him to go down the street and get a coffee,” Mirrie said, cutting right to the chase as always.
“At Frank’s?”
“Yeah.” Mirrie touched her tongue to her lip ring, her one sign of being nervous. “I didn’t say you’d be there. I just said I’d tell you where he was.”
“What did he say?”
“That he’d wait for you.”
Naomi si
