THIRTEEN
May 25 5:16 p.m.Amanda walked into the Creekside Tavern and looked around for her friends.
“Are you looking for Barbara and Linda?” the young hostess asked, flashing an insider’s smile.
“Yes, that’s pretty impressive mind reading.”
“I’m very talented, but actually, they described you pretty well. They are sitting on the patio guarding your margarita until your arrival. Follow me.”
The young woman led Amanda to the table where Linda and Barbara stood to greet her. They shared hugs and Barbara said, “I got here early to get the first round started.” She picked up her glass and the three clinked their glasses together.
“To the best of friends,” Linda offered.
“And to no more dreams of dead women with b****y skulls,” Barbara added.
“I’m sorry,” Linda replied, “It sounds awful.
