Chapter Thirteen
Carol Bows stood in front of the Coffee and Leaf wearing her knee length black leather coat, black jeans and flat-heeled leather boots. Her girlfriend Mary, actually another patient, a kinda funky, edgy brunette poet, a very pretty girl dressed in faded jeans, black boots and her own leather jacket stood next to her.
Mary was thirty, lean, oddly beautiful, a talented artist, though a tad masculine and like Carols other patient had simply given up on ever meeting a girl, she was gay of any substance. Carol Bows was dying to get the two girls together, because in a very complicated world, one just never knew.
Folks were coming and going and they were the usual suspects. Lots of goatees, berets, long hair, girls in sandals and jeans and men who thought they had the passion
