And enjoy it she would not.

Once she had finally situated herself by a window table, she noticed the Irish madwoman coming parading down the sidewalk and back into the ice cream parlor. She averted her gaze once the little bell on the door began to ring, hoping to avoid any further confrontation - or association, really.

Perhaps not inviting Camille along had been a mistake; at least her sister would have had some vibrant story to keep her entertained instead of allowing her to sit in an awkward, tense silence.

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