Yoko giggled as the other Sisters hooted and hollered and stomped their feet.

“And, dear, call Harry now and tell him he’s in good hands. Tell him the vigilantes are on it.”

Yoko grinned at the vehemence in Myra’s tone.

“I know I say this all the time, but, Myra, you absolutely rock,” Annie said happily.

That’s just what Yoko needed to hear.

“Let’s just hope we can deliver on my promise,” Myra whispered.

Annie waved her hands in the air. “Myra, if you were a betting woman, who would you bet on? Us or those people who stole Harry’s identity?”

“Annie, that is absolutely a no-brainer. Us, of course. I already feel sorry for the people who dared to invade and steal Harry’s life and his life savings. They picked the wrong mark this time, and we are going to teach them a serious lesson, one they’ll never forget. They might as well kiss their lives good-bye, because they will never recover from what is about to happen to them. Never. I guarantee it.”

Annie looked down at her watch, thrilled at the fierceness in Myra’s attitude. It had been hard watching the suffering her friend had gone through since she had come back from England without Charles. “It’s almost time for dinner. I can’t wait to see what Charles has made for us.”

“What do you think, Annie? Is it going to work or not?” she whispered.

Annie smiled. “You know, Myra, I think it is going to work. Charles wasn’t sure what our reaction was going to be. I think he’s so relieved, he’s positively giddy. Having said that, I think dinner will be spectacular. Women are so forgiving. Maybe we need to harden up or something.”

“No, Annie, we are what we are. Forgiveness is a wonderful thing. It really is.”

“Then why are you still living in the other building?”

Myra actually giggled. “Because I’m working on that forgiveness thing. I’m not quite there yet. In other words, Charles has to sweat a little more. I earned the right to see him squirm.”

Both women laughed as they made their way to the dining hall to set the table for dinner.

Maggie Spritzer rubbed the grit from her eyes. Even though she’d slept the last hundred miles into the District, she was tired and cranky, and she couldn’t see any food anywhere in the office. That only made her more irritated. “I need some food,” she bellowed to Ted, who was standing in the doorway waiting for his marching orders.

“Maggie, it’s four o’clock in the morning. Where do you think I’m going to get food at this hour? No one is in yet, so there are no donuts. Nothing in this area opens till six o’clock. You know no one replaces the fruit and snacks over the weekend. Plus, I have to go home to check on Mickey and Minnie. I can bring you some stuff from home if you can wait. You do know that you are obsessed with food, right?”