Six weeks later:
Kathleen:
The growing crowd outside the café was at the point of dangerous, police cars parked and uniformed officers on crowd control. The waiting customers were stacked two, three deep—cell phones held at the ready for the first sign of movement.
"Shit." I peeked out through the window blinds, trying not to draw any attention. "Crazy out there." For the umpteenth time, I brushed invisible lint from the front of my dress. The black had seemed like a good choice this morning at the hotel, when we were getting ready. Now…
"Just another morning at Kiski's Kafé." Lily bounced out from behind the counter and across the floor, maneuvering between the new tables and chairs. She'd decided to go with a series of pastel colors for the remodeling, the retro theme carrying over o
