“We?” Kay said, looking around.
Angela glanced back and spotted Dorothy half a block away, running the opposite direction.
“Seriously?” Angela muttered.
She took flight and landed in front of Dorothy with a thud. Dorothy turned to cross the street. Angela grabbed the strap of Dorothy’s purse and grew a few feet taller to weigh the woman down.
“Let me go!” Dorothy snapped.
“Not until you explain to me what’s going on,” Angela said.
“Nothing’s going on!” Dorothy said. “I just changed my mind, okay?”
“It’s more than that,” Angela said. “Something’s happening today, isn’t it? Something you’d rather not face. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what it is.”
Dorothy sighed loudly and sank to her knees on the sidewalk.
“Left front pocket,” she muttered.
Angela was confused for a moment, then she glanced at the purse. In the left front pocket, she found a gold ring with a large, round diamond set into the band.
“You’re getting married?” Angela asked.
“This afternoon,” she said. “My mom’s picking me up in a couple hours to take me to get ready. Then it’s off to the church and there’ll be no turning back.”
“I wish you’d told me about this earlier,” Angela said. “We could’ve fixed this ages ago.”
“How?” Dorothy asked.
Angela held out her hand with the ring in the middle of her palm.
“You need to call off the wedding,” she said.
Dorothy scrambled to her feet and grabbed the ring.
“No,” she said. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Angela asked. “You clearly want to. So much so that you’ve stopped time rather than go through with it.”