EXT. - CORNER CAFÉ - AFTERNOON

Gerri's boots carried her to the café, right up to the pair of conspiring women, neither of which spotted her approach until it was far too late. Of course, the moment Gerri set eyes on them together, it was too late.

They just didn't know it yet.

She dragged an empty chair away from the small table beside them, ignoring the glares of the patrons whose seat she'd stolen and sank into it, grinning at the two women who stared at ...