Naomi sighed. This was ridiculous. She’d been married for 16 years. Why was she still worrying about what her sisters-in-law thought about her?
“Would you like anything to go with that?” Naomi asked automatically, as she handed the customer her skinny latte. The woman glanced at the display of oversized muffins to her right, and shook her head slightly.
“No, nothing else,” she said sharply, sliding her credit card across the counter. Her eyes looked hungry.
Naomi rang up the coffee and gave her a warm smile. The woman didn’t smile back. She turned and joined her friends at the corner table where they were all nursing sugar-free, flavoring-free, skim-milk-only drinks.
Naomi studied the group surreptitiously as she wiped down the immaculate counter. They’d clearly come from Chaykie’s gym. Probably the 10:30 spin class, she decided — that one was always popular. Each woman was dressed in the effortlessly casual style she knew took incredible effort to pull off: sleek WunderWigs topped with cute baseball caps, tops in neons that would make her look ridiculous but seemed young and fun on them, flared skirts over black leggings, Nike sneakers.
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