For some reason, Laura thought it was strange that she was wearing three-inch heels, but she clearly remembered putting these shoes on that morning. She shook her head. She had been feeling confused all that day, seeing things that weren't there. What was wrong with her? Did she not get enough sleep last night?
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked.
"Nothing. Let's just go, okay?" Laura said.
Margaret nodded, then got in her car. Laura got in on the passenger side and then they were off to lunch.
On the ride downtown, Laura looked over at Margaret. Was she getting more sun lately? It looked good on her. "I wish Serena could come with. But I think she had to work through lunch today."
"Serena?" Margaret asked, looking a bit confused.
"Yeah. You know, Serena Garcia? My friend?"
"Since when?" Margaret asked. "I didn't even know that you two even talked with each other, let alone ..."
"What do you mean?" Laura asked. Now she was the one who was confused. "Serena and I have been friends for almost two years now. Ever since she moved into town."
Margaret thought about that. It was at least possible. She knew that Laura came from a Latino family, so it made sense that Laura and Serena could be friends, but why was it that she was just finding out right now? Two years was a long time and Margaret and Laura were pretty close.
Laura gave Margaret an odd look, then turned away. What was with Margaret that day? It was like her memory was fuzzy or something. She was sure that she had mentioned Serena and her being friends dozens of times.
A minute later, they arrived at a fast food restaurant, then headed inside.
