(Hazel)

We were running late. I turn the keys, poised to wheel out of the apartment. I promised him we would be there on time. I intend to make good on that promise. Even if it's the only time.

But, bad packing has left the exit from the garage blocked. I didn't expect to see Diana.

Down from the apartment, she struts towards me, steps uneven. Handbag slung across the shoulder. She must have been asking for my apartment number.

“ Finally,” she heaves and drops the luxurious bag, hands ...