> Sam hugged her friend back and sighed sliding off the hood of the car. "I
> really don't give a damn aboutyour meat loaf," she grumbled mopping her
face
> with the back of her hand as a few stray tears escaped her eyes. "You
don't
> play fiar," she informed her friend.
>
> She did not want to go back, not one bit. But she did follow Reese back
> into the restaurant. Kat smiled at her when she saw her coming and Sam
> managed to smile back and to hold her head high.
>
>
> "You're just barely learning this?" Reese asked mock innocently as she
> walked back in with her, then smiled at the others as she took her seat
and
> asking "Who's up for desert or getting desert to go and starting on that
> lesson and library tour?"
>
"Well you never used to use that stuff on me," Sam complained. "I just
observed while you did it to other people." Sam took her seat, "I'll share
something with you," she offered to Reese. Though she wasn't hungry at all
anymore.
