“let go of my arm.”
“abby, I just, I thought we could catch up without...”
“let go of my arm. now.”
finally free from her friend’s grasp, Abby ran toward the back of the dimly lit restaurant into a tiny hallway connecting the entrance doorway with the larger hallway to the bathroom. she frantically typed in her passcode to her voicemail account, certain it had to be the first R.S.V.P.. as beads of sweat from her panic collected on the back of her neck under her ponytail, she listened intently after the beep.
“Abigail, this is Stephanie from the catering company. I received your order and really need a head count before we can get going on your menu. Did you have an estimate for us yet?”