Epilogue
Four Months Later
Sabrina Dey, dressed rather fashionably in a pink blouse and long white skirt, sat waiting at one of the outside tables at a café recently opened by an Australian couple. She was eagerly awaiting her 10:30 a.m. appointment so she could order a flat white, the latest joy in her life, and to finally be put out of the misery of not quite knowing what was going on.
Tahlie Llewellyn was easy to pick as she alighted the cab and took a moment to scan the outside tables.
“Thank you for meeting me, Ms. Dey,” she said, shaking her hand and taking a seat opposite.
“Flat white, Sabrina?” the waitress asked, arriving at their table before Tahlie had had a chance to settle herself.
Sabrina nodded and Tahlie deferred to her. “A flat white is what?”
“A stronger cappuccino
