The four women, lifelong friends, met for their weekly lunch date. They chose “their” table, enjoying their usual comments about the orca and the shark above their heads. The heads had been there as long as they could remember. Kind of creeped them out at first, but now they were like old friends.
As usual, Sherry excused herself for the restroom. Cat joked about getting her that stuff they advertised on TV for her overactive bladder.
She was gone longer than usual, though, and finally Elle decided to go check on her.
“Perfect!” thought the orca. “Dessert!”