Marian returned Jersey’s wave and made her way past the grow-ing line to drop off her backpack. Friday evenings at the Java House was a popular tradition for more than just dykes. “Is it really true?” Jersey’s electrician’s belt was next to the lounge sofa, which meant she’d walked over from the freelance work she occasionally did in a couple of the restaurants. “The Rosings are moving to Hawaii?” Marian nodded, trying to hide the surge of tears that welled up behind her dry, itching eyes. More salt, right, that would help. “Cool, you snagged the lounge area for us. It’s easier on my butt than the chairs. Where’s Terry?” “She had an emergency at the clinic. A shepherd swallowed a Barbie head, apparently, and it hasn’t made it out the other end.” “Poor pooch.” “That’s so gross.” Sandy settled into the easy chair next to Jersey and eased out of her loafers.
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