It was our last “Estro-fest lunch”, the no-boys-allowed affairs that Kimmy, Marianna, and I would enjoy. Well, Estro-fest used to be breakfast, but since Marianna moved to another company, we adjusted accordingly. Bill crashed this one, which made me even more sentimental. I used to have the luxury of seeing every one of them in less than an hour, if I chose. Now, it will be an occasion to spend time with just one of them.