“Who was that?” Amusement colored Peter’s voice as they watched the girl with the dark wavy hair flounce out the front doors with her comrades. The whole room was emptying and Florida was starting to clean up the coffee table. Avis shrugged. “They introduced themselves at the end of the service. From Crista University I think they said.” For the life of her she couldn’t remember the girl’s name, even though she’d been told in the kitchen before service, and the girl had introduced herself and her friends at the end as well. Wait . . . did she call herself “Cat”? That couldn’t be right. “Avis!” Florida cut into her thoughts. “You two wanna take the rest of this cake home? Otherwise I’ll serve it up at Yada Yada tonight since we meetin’ at my house . . . oh. You comin’? Or you guys got anniversary plans?” Yada Yada tonight? Avis closed her eyes for a brief moment. She’d almost forgotten that the prayer group had changed—again—to first and third Sundays.
