The café was empty except for a dark-haired woman in her sixties who bustled over to serve them. In between comments about how terrible the weather was and how quiet a day it had been she quickly took their orders for hot drinks and had them sitting down in a corner booth.
Once again the night without sleep caught up with Gemma. She sat in a half doze as she sipped at her coffee and the three friends sat in comfortable silence. When they had finished the drinks they ordered a second round, and some food to go with it. No one was keen to head back out into the horrible weather.
The food perked her up a bit, and by the time she finished eating the rain was easing off. The clouds were still dark but at least now they would be able to drive at something more than a snail’s pace.
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