“Elizabeth!” Patricia slid into the room and closed the door behind her. “There’s a council emergency meeting.”
“What kind of emergency?” I asked. “The one where I can go home, get dressed, pick up a coffee or the ‘Drop everything now!’ variety.”
“Closer to the last one.” Patricia brushed her freshly dyed hair over her shoulder. The iridescent rainbow colors glittered as the strands fell back into place. “The ‘not-president’ is going to make an announcement.”
“Well then,” I said and grabbed my bag. “Another day it is.”
From: The Gathering
