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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 137 of 307 But she didn't. The front door opened and two vibrant children raced to meet her. The kids from the picture were now what looked like two and a half and four years old respectively. A little boy wearing a t-shirt depicting Luke and and Darth locked in lightsaber battle, and an even littler toddling girl, attired in a frilly white dress that gave her an angelic aspect. If there had not been so much cute wobble to her run, I could have guessed she was floating. Sariah squatted down and scooped them into her arms, beaming. Light of my life and all of that. Good for her. She was fleeing from a maniac (I'm talking about her sick ex, not me, she didn't even know I was watching) and yet she still managed to keep what was left of her family together. A tangle headed brunette, who clearly needed a little bit more sleep, waved from the doorway. Sariah called to her and tossed Sleeping Beauty something through the air. I couldn't make out what that something was but when the little family began walking away down the sidewalk I realized it must have been the keys to that nifty silver Mazda. A friend indeed. Sariah, it would seem, had found a friend who watched her children while she worked the grueling graveyard. Perhaps a friend who worked at El Diablo and that's why the car was parked there. Who knew how this other lady got home but where |