The bar door closed. Sarah stood in the night air with Donald.
"I checked the bathroom. She's not there."
"You didn't see her go?" asked Donald.
"No. I didn't realize it at first. Like when you stop hiccoughing. You suddenly realize you're not hiccoughing any more, but you don't know when it stopped exactly. It's like that. But it was just now, I mean, she was just here, with me. You didn't see her as you were coming in?"
"No. How many drinks did you have?"
"I don't know. You were gone a long time."
"It was just a few minutes."
"Seemed like forever."
"Did you talk?" asked Donald.
"Oh, yeah," said Sarah emphatically.
"Well, she said we would talk soon. I thought it was going to be now. But what do I know?"
"Should we wait? Shouldn't we?"
"You know what? I don't think so. I think she knows what she's doing."
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