Betty Harper held the soup spoon in front of her mouth, blowing on it, sending the steam billowing away from her, before swallowing. Aimee stuffed a forkful of salad into her mouth, wishing all the while she had a hamburger. Her mother offered to pick her up and take her to lunch since her car was in the shop, which worked out well since Aimee was in such a rush that morning she forgot to pack a lunch. She hated not having her car.
“How long before it's fixed?"
“The mechanic said it would be ready by tomorrow afternoon. Ginny is taking me home tonight and I'm sure I can get Karla to bring me back tomorrow. She has nothing else to do. I may need your help getting the car when it's ready, however, if you're available."
“I can do that. You still coming for dinner tonight?"
“Sure. I'm alwa
