Lunch with ConnieI can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s like I’m back in high school. This was the thought bouncing around Connie Dyson’s brain as she waited for Michelle on Madison Avenue in front of Michelle’s office. They’d arranged to meet for lunch, and Connie promised they’d go to a great place “not too far away” and that it would be “so worth it.”
The two hugged when Michelle came through the revolving door and Connie led her south. A few blocks east and after Michelle’s umpteenth “how far is it?” they were there.
“You b***h. I’m not going in.”
“Look, Michelle. You’ve ghosted everyone. Nobody’s seen you in weeks. The gang—”
“What ‘gang’?”
“A bunch of folks at Ethel’s who have your best interest at heart. Here’s the thing.”
They were standing on the sidewalk along the building li
