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If not Mickey, she could always count on Rachel. It was a rare day that Rachel had off, so Becky closed the store, and they went walking down main street. It was cool but not cold enough. Instead of coffee, both women had hot chocolate cups in their hands and scarves wrapped around their necks.
Even if she wasn’t in the diner, Rachel was committed to dressing as if she lived in the 1950’s. That afternoon, she was sporting a midnight blue shirtdress, a black pea coat, and shoes that sported confusingly low heels—shoes that Becky knew she couldn’t walk in. But Rachel, with her dark hair pinned from her face, manage to pull it off.
They walked through the streets when it was just afternoon, the quietest part of the day when everyone on their lunch break had returned to work, and they wer
