> Julia chuckled "All the stuff in that thing wouldn't fit in something like
> the Stag. It's champagne, a goldish rose color so you have your pink in
> there, with a dark red strip down the side. Comfy too. Even has its own
> little A/C unit you can control from back there too."
>
> She was about to add something else but looked up as Derek called Milo
over
> and then had to fight the urge to stiffen when she noted the second woman
> with him.
>
> She put the menu she had been reading down and nodded a quiet but polite
> greeting to them, even managing a smile too.
>
> Ingrid looked up at the same time, letting Derek do the talking as she
> turned enough to see who all was with Milo, also nodding in greeting and
> speaking to the one she knew out of the trio "Hello, Milo. Nice to see
you.
> One of these ladies the daughter I've heard about?"
>
Sam:
Sam was getting better at hiding her feelings for Julis, or maybe the woman
didn't bot her so much anymore, though that seemed impossible. "Good
afternoon Dr. Rayne," she said an smile, "Kat, Miss Walker," she added.
"Sister." Or maybe it was the nun, nuns always made her a bit nervous.
Kat:
"Hi," the little responded remembering her from a few days before.
Derek:
"Ms. Owens," Derek responded, "this is my sister Ingrid. This is Samantha
Owens and this other young lady is Milo's daughter Marissa Morgan."
Sam:
Sam held her hand out to Ingrid, "it's a pleasure to meet you," she said
sincerely. A nun, his sister was a nun? She almost groaned mentally.
Well, at least he wasn't a priest.
Derek:
"Milo, why don't you help me move this table over," he smiled at the hostess
who nodded at him. Then, helped Milo carry the table over, moving his chair
so he was sitting beside Julia on the now longer side of the table. Sam
took the chair on the end to his right and Milo and Marissa had room by
Ingrid.
Derek did sigh inwardly at the seating arrangement.
