“Suzy! How are you?”
“I’m great. I was thinking about getting together with you sometime and having lunch or something. You know, to talk about things.”
“That would be wonderful. Are you available tomorrow?”
“I’m all yours.” Suzy answered, immediately regretting the growl in her voice. Am I coming on too strong?
“How about three o’clock. You can meet me in our shop. There’s a wonderful café a few blocks down the street.”
“Great! I’ll see you then, Natalia.”
“Goodbye, Suzy.”
Then came the dial tone. It was the sweetest, warmest dial tone she’d ever heard, reminding her of Natalia’s voice. For minutes, she stared into a distant corner, motionless, hand still gripping the phone.
Suzy wasn’t sure what Natalia had planned for her. But a soft hum in her voice suggested that their schedul
