Regina
It was late afternoon, and the after-work crowd was just starting to trickle in. The clientele was mostly women, gathered around the small tables in groups of two and three. The pirate-clad waiters moved around, flashing handsome smiles and flirting for their tips. Music from the eighties was playing just loud enough to drown out the conversations at other tables. I skirted around the bar and headed for our corner booth.
Something was up. Adalee was hunched over the table with a fistful of paper napkins and suspiciously smeared mascara. Malia was patting her back on one side, and Grace was holding her hand on the other. Patti hadn’t arrived yet, and Dallas was at the bar having a serious conversation with two of the pirates. I slid in on the side of Malia, who I knew was m
