Unfortunately for Becca, things just kept getting worse.

When she left Paul, it was just after 1 AM. She quickly scanned the parking lot for her car and then remembered that she’d let Paul talk her into coming in his car. So now her car was sitting in the Chili’s parking lot some 10 miles away and she was wearing her sexiest, most uncomfortable stilettos, definitely not walking shoes.

“OK, I’ll just take a cab,” Becca said aloud as she tottered over to the sidewalk and began rifling through her purse for her cell phone to call a cab.

She had to wait 15 minutes in the cold, without a jacket, for her cab, and so by the time she reached Chili’s, her bad mood had deteriorated even further. Becca resolved to go straight home. Maybe Sassy would be in the mood to watch Dirty Dancing again.

Back home, Becca opened the door and called out, “Honey, I’m home!” and was surprised when Sassy didn’t come running out.

Then she saw the note on the fridge: Becca, I’ve gone to look for you at Houdini Bar. Sassy.