No sooner than Eve had taken her place next to Claire, Donna appeared with three coffees. “Ladies, your scones will be here soon.” And then to Eve, “It is good to see again, Eve. These ladies have been here every night looking for you. Oh, and I like the new hair.” She smiled and left them alone.
Eve looked at her company and said, “She is a strange one, isn’t she?” Then she looked around the room, taking in the many people engrossed in conversation, noticing the apparent lack of anxiety. “Why are you all so calm? With the war escalating each hour, how can you all be acting as if everything is fine?”
Rachel looked at her in shock, “War? Eve, what are you talking about?”
She continued on as if she hadn’t heard the question, “Rachel, you’re a reporter. At a time like this, I should think you would be living at your studio. And speaking of that, what network are you using as your platform? Believe me, the channel clicker has been active these past few days and never once have I seen you broadcasting.” She put her head down to secretly rub a new tear. “Constitution Day is on Friday and it’s unclear to me that there will be any celebrating. Each day, the ghetto militia is being slaughtered for us all to see on TV. Why aren’t you telling our side of this?” She looked at Claire, and then back across the table. “You call yourself women who defy the ways, and yet, what are you doing to stop this?”
Donna showed up with their order. After serving them, she placed a jar of strawberry jam in the middle of the table. “I made this myself. The best you will ever taste. I suggest you try it on these hot scones.”
Eve stood, her nostrils flaring. “Scones? Jam? What is all this? I need to get out of here!” She turned toward the back of the room, but felt a gentle hand on her arm.
Donna smiled at her, a warm, delicious motherly air with her gesture. “Eve, you may use the front door tonight if you like. You have earned it, Dear.”
All three of them stared in disbelief at Donna. When the shock wore off, Claire asked, “What do you mean she’s earned it?”
Donna responded with a cold mannerism, “Why, she has put an end to what you started.”
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