When Friday evening arrived in all its underwhelming glory, Nila collected her laptop, coffee flask, and other sundry belongings scattered on her work desk. As she was about to get into her car, the phone rang.   

“Girl, whatcha upto?” Daphne’s perpetually perky voice greeted her from the other end.

“Just getting out of work,” Nila said, morosely.  

“Beth is so flaky!” Daphne complained in her cheerful tone. 

Nila couldn't remember who Beth was. Maybe Daphne’s sister-in-law?

Daphne continued, “Beth a...