Sinking heavily back onto the bed, her fuzzy brain listed: San Francisco, A formal evening dress, an overnight bag or maybe a weekend or an entire week bag. Be ready to go by one o’clock… 

Then she was suddenly lurching into panic mode and using her phone to call Megan.

"Megan, you have to talk to Louis for me" she wrung out urgently.

"Louis?" Megan repeated. "Oh, my…what's wrong" 

"Nothing… I mean… I gotta quit my job at the cheesecake shop. I'd call him ...