The sound of footsteps made him turn. The Light reflecting off his glasses momentarily blinded. “Bettie.”

“Enjoying the aroma here, are we?" Bettie mocked.

She had always been mean.

A touch of feeling helpless crossed Lance's eyes. He moved closer and remarked, "I was waiting for you."

“I'm not interested in catching up with you!" Bettie went straight ahead.