She dressed in her smoke-black dress suit and twisted her hair up into a loose knot. A little make-up and she was ready. Seven o’clock on a Saturday night. Without really even thinking the words, she thanked God that her schedule was so free that she hadn’t even had to worry about changing plans....
Liz asked over her tuna although eating was last on her list of things to do. Truth was, she felt kind of sick, but she took a bite trying to act normal— whatever that was anymore. The noodles tasted like mushed-up bland baby food, which wasn’t helping. “Good. Jasmine fina...
