Showered, changed, makeup expertly re-applied, Meredith checked that all the windows were closed and locked, shades pulled down, extra food set out for Chip the Polka-Dotted Cat, and stood by the door looking around her apartment.

The only thing out of place this evening were the red shoes she’d worn that day. Impulse made her pick them up and toss them into the overnighter on her shoulder.

They were fantastic shoes. They had just the right height to force her spine straight when she walked, make her legs look like they went sky high and they were sexy enough for her to leave them on when everything else was off.

This weekend didn’t beg for the “right” clothes. But the shoes would be a nice accessory.

Meredith’s eyes sparkled as she locked the door behind her. Everyone said that surprising him was a big mistake. But she knew different.

And she had to hurry before she missed the train.