Karla pulled into a parking spot at the Lux Café in Houston, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw both Sophia’s and Sandra’s cars parked short distances away.
Sophia being there didn’t shock her. Sophia was always punctual. But Sandra? Sandra was perpetually running late. Karla and Sophia almost always had to wait on Sandra, who’d dash laughingly inside the restaurant where Karla and Sophia waited, an unnecessary apology always on her lips for her tardiness.
And, well, who could ever get mad at her? Especially for something so insignificant as being habitually late. Sandra was just someone who lit up a room with her warmth and sweetness. She’d come a long way from grieving widow after losing Clement to where she was now. Happy. In love. Married to Derrick, her former husband’s best
