" John! JOHN! " In suddenly crossing in her high enthusiams, Donna nearly got hit by a car. It claxoned at her, and she shouted back louder after having whoopingly sidestepped, raising her middle finger at the driver under a few more choice profinaties of a more verbal nature. When she turned, however, she was gleaming, in a smile she usually delivered at the address of a man with the same name, albeit one adopted, and falsely so. Grinning, her near - death apparently already forgotten, she dipped in for the common three pecks to air in greeting. " Hi! That's been a bit, texts aside! "













