“I am not playing on your lesbian softball team,” Dana said from the back.
“Why not? You’re mildly athletic,” Lainey replied.
“I’m not a lesbian, for one.”
“We don’t discriminate against bisexuals, Dana. Technically, we’d take a straight woman if she could play.”
“You’re called the Dinah Shores,” Dana noted.
“I know. It’s funny,” Lainey replied.
Maisie laughed at her friends and pictured India trying to play softball, which only made her laugh harder. It also had her thinking that she should pay India a visit.
CHAPTER 22
“You look awful,” Finley noted.
“Thanks, Fin,” India replied and ate a candy bar from the bowl she’d placed on her desk when she had gotten to work that morning.
“She’s right. Sorry,” Juliet added as Finley and she both walked into India’s office.
“You too, Jules?”
“Well, you don’t look like yourself,” Juliet noted. “And I’ve gotten the whole training schedule worked out for downstairs, along with the signs you wanted. They’re at the printers. I’m going to swing by and pick them up later. I got eight. I hope that’s enough.”
“What about the name one that says, ‘Southern Roastery Test Café?’”
“Oh, I went with Southern Testery instead,” Juliet replied.
“What?”
“I’m kidding,” Juliet said and laughed. “You should see your face.”
“Itispretty funny,” Finley pointed out. “Testery? That sounds like testicles or something.”
“Yes, which is why I didn’t actually go with that. I also thought about Tescafé, like a play on Nescafé, but that didn’t seem right, either. We can always change it later,” Juliet said.
“So, we’re all good to open to customers?” India asked.
“Whenever you’re ready. Are we waiting until the door thing between the buildings is done?” Juliet asked.
India shook her head and replied, “No. Maisie isn’t even sure she wants to do that, so let’s move forward without it. We can always add that in later.”
“Have you talked to her yet?” Finley asked, sitting down in a chair.
“No, not yet. I’ve been here.”
“She’s right next door,” Finley argued.
“I know that, Finley.” India ran her tongue along her teeth. “Didn’t you just point out how awful I look? Do you really think I should just walk over there to talk to hernow?”
“Why not?” Finley said, shrugging a shoulder. “If she likes you, the fact that you look like you downed a bottle of wine and got no sleep shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Donotuse your insider knowledge of me right now.”
“Did you really drink a whole bottle?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite. I don’t like leaving it out even if I cork it properly.”
