The two friends were enjoying their pizza when Tara’s phone started blaring. She looked at the ID and at the inquisitive looks Carmen was giving her, she said, “It’s Chloe,” right before answering the call.
“Hey girl, where are you?” Chloe asked without preamble. “You’re not at work.”
“I’m out, eating pizza,” Tara was about to add with Carmen when her friend’s eyes bulged and she pointed at herself and shook her head.
For some reason, she didn’t want Chloe to know she was in town.
Okay, Tara could live with a lie of omission.
She told Chloe what pizza place she was at, and before long she hung up.
“Why wouldn’t you want her to know you’re here?” Tara asked, frowning a little bit.
“I just have this feeling she doesn’t like me much,” her long time friend observed simply.
“No
