Every get so excited about your secret that you forget how others are treated…
Carla grabbed her cell phone and scrolled to Lucille Awls number. “Lucille, Carla Jones, can you meet me for lunch at the Café, say 12:30?”
“Sure honey, see you then.”
“Thanks.” Carla showered and dressed in a long sweater and a pair of slacks. Carla went to the Chevy and prayed please start—she turned the key, nothing then she hit the steering wheel on the Chevy, prayed and it turned over, “Thank you.”
Carla pulled in the Awlsport Café parking lot 10 minutes later. Mrs. Smith was there holding the door open for her “Welcome Mrs. Jones, Craig behind you?”
“Actually Mrs. S he’s working. I’m meeting Lucille, is she here yet? Are
you ok, you’re looking a little tired Mrs. S.”
“I am fine Carla, just haven’t gotten out of here for my daily walk and nap.” Mrs. S said with a wink in her eye.
“Lucille’s right around the corner in the dining room. I’m betting you
want a salad Carla?” Mrs. S followed behind Carla with a water pitcher and
menu just in case.
“That’s correct, the spring mix salad with bleu cheese Mrs. S.” Carla ordered. “And you Lucille?”
“I’ll have the same as well Mrs. S. Thank you!”
Mrs. S. smiled saying “They’ll be coming right up.”
“Lucille, I’m amazed, that’s the shortest conversation I have ever had with Mrs. S.” Carla was intrigued.
“Carla, she doesn’t really like me that well. I’m not in your status.” Lucille replied.
“What status? Oh, I keep forgetting, news has spread about Craig and Howard right?”
“Yes. Now Carla what do you need to talk about, or should we just have lunch and go someplace private?” Lucille asked.
“Yes I think that’s what we should do,” Carla answered with a wink. “Great, I’ll drive.”