Fifty-five minutes earlier …

“Karen.”

“Oh, Vicki. Hi.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes. You?”

“Something to do.”

“It does seem like an excuse sometimes.”

“How’s the family?”

“Fine. Fine. And … uhm … Emma?”

“Yes, Emma.”

“Yes, of course. Sorry. How’s Emma?”

“Emma’s Emma.”

“Girls that age. I know. My Hannah’s the same.”

“Listen, Karen. I’m glad I ran into someone I know.”

“Yes?”

“How about a break. You know I live close to here. And … well … I joined this wine club. I don’t think it’s wrong to have a glass in the afternoon, as long as …”

“You’re not drinking alone. I know what you mean.”

“Interested.”

“Sure. What harm can it do?”