Sixty-nine

Lacey took a sip of her Long Island Ice Tea and sighed contentedly. "This is exactly what I needed," she said, glancing around the patio. "Good food, good drinks, and good company. It feels like old times."

Rebecca smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She had missed Lacey so much, and it was good to have her back in her life. "I'm glad you came," she said, taking a bite of the grilled chicken. "Jackie outdid herself with this meal."

Jackie, who was sitting across from her, beamed with pride. "Thank you, Rebecca. It's always a pleasure cooking for you and your friends."

Carla, who was sitting next to Jackie, nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever had a better meal in my life," she said, taking a bite of the cheesy potatoes. "You're a miracle worker, Jackie."

They all laughed, enjoying the moment. Buddy, her fierce doberman, was running around them, wagging her little tail happily. It was as if even the dog knew that something special was happening.

As they ate