Rick shared the laugh and checked his watch again. 6:58 PM. Time kept barreling on like a train. Clickety clack. Clickety clack. Whoo whoo. Too late to back out now.
A few minutes later, a beautiful woman in an elegant but tasteful black dress that revealed her silky, stocking-clad legs entered the room. She walked resolutely to Rick, nodded at Edie, said thanks for letting her know about the funeral, then promptly kissed Rick full on the mouth.
“Not the time, Claire,” Rick said.
“It seems it's rarely the time lately,” she said, but let's not get into that tonight, sweetheart."
The kiss was still oozing guilt all over his lips when the door opened again and Donna entered the bar. She wore a blue dress that hugged her in all the places a dress was supposed to, and she glared at Claire, then waved with a smile at Belle and Broomstick.
“Thanks for coming, Donna,” Edie said.
“Thanks for letting me know, kiddo. But if Eddie finds out, he's gonna have my hide.” She walked over to Rick and hugged him then let go. “Still, I couldn't not come. It wouldn't be right.”
“Well, that's one thing we can agree on,” Claire said, returning the glare.
Donna cleared her throat and looked at Rick. “Well, more like two things, I'd think.”
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