Not Morning People The next morning Elizabeth and Lauren got themselves ready in relative silence. They sat at her kitchen table each nursing their own steaming cups of coffee while staring out the window. The plan had been for everyone to meet up at the diner by 8 o’clock for a last breakfast together before the others headed back home in the pimp bus. The thought of waving that thing goodbye while laughing at her friends stuck inside brought a smile to Elizabeth’s face. “What’s so funny?” Lauren asked lazily making Elizabeth snort while trying to hold back her laughter. “Just picturing you all banging at the windows of the pimp mobile as it drives far, far away from me.” Lauren choked on her sip of coffee at the visual Elizabeth’

