[I'll just be a minute, Leslie], Steph calls, in very bad Swahili, backing through the door carrying a huge bundle of cloth.
The cooler air inside the bar makes her pause, turn, and grin. She dumps the blankets right outside the door, pushes it shut, and heads right on over to the Bar.
Where a napkin greets her.
"Good evening to you, too," Steph
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