Helen paid for lunch and said goodbye to the other patrons.
I accompanied Janie to her car and made sure she had our correct cell phone numbers. The fresh air of the outdoors reminded me why I preferred to avoid crowded establishments.
Janie opened the car door and put one foot on the floorboard. “Wait until two-thirty before you approach the house, just in case she gets sidetracked with something. She drives an embarrassingly large, burgundy luxury car. If you don’t see her vehicle in the driveway, it’s safe. You can go inside.” Janie drove off rapidly, her back tire thumping over the curb.
Rita exited the bar, followed by Helen. She laughed. “She drives like you, Helen.”
Helen was still grumbling about her excellent driving skills when Rita dropped me off at my house so I could chan
