Unfortunately, she did so after Abby's workday had started, so all of the calls went unanswered until break time. Sitting down in the employee lounge, Abby nursed a cup of peppermint tea and finally called Liz's number. The phone was answered on the second ring. "Abby! My God," said Liz in a rush. "There's no way I believe it." "Believe what?" She slipped off her heels and wiggled her toes. High heels were of the devil. Men should be forced to wear them, along with pantyhose, since they found it so damned important for women to do so in the workplace. Then we'd see how long they'd last, wouldn't we? Wait, didn't men used to wear high heels? Victorian Age, maybe? They didn't exist now, did they? That should say something about the comfort of high heels. "But if someone asked her who was capable of such a thing, I would have to say Seth." The comment pulled Abby from her thoughts about high heels. "What are you talking about?" she asked. A delicate pause hummed over the phone.
