Virginia raised an eyebrow at Frederica, then shook her head.
“Anyway,” she said, “as much as I’d like to stay and chat, I’ve got plenty of other clients I’ve been neglecting during this little dance of ours. So I should probably get back to work. Unless you’ve got more lecturing to do.”
“No, I think I’m good,” Frederica said.
“Thank God.” Virginia grabbed her things and stood from the table. “No offense, but I hope this is the last we ever hear from each other.”
“On that, we can agree,” Frederica said. “Goodbye, Virginia.”
Virginia nodded and strolled out the door. Frederica took a deep breath and downed the dregs of her lukewarm latte. A few minutes later, a cafe employee ushered her out so he could lock up for the night.
Frederica stood on the sidewalk for a while, scrolling through the contacts on her phone. She texted her friends—all the ones she kept in the loop about this situation, anyway—to let them know she was okay. Then, on a whim, she dialed her brother’s number.
“Yo,” he said.
“Hey,” she replied. “We should talk.”