Follow the woman

A swirling storm of emotions surged in Sammi's mind. As nice as it was to get her purse back after to scrambling to take that phone call, it was a small bright spot on a gray sky.

Though if the business woman had known this call was coming, she would've brought out the more scandalous stuff - the dresses that were just a bit on the short side and showed off a lot of leg. The heels that she wasn't quite comfortable walking about in.

Not this quite covering dress that she doubted her wife would really care for. Kind of like the stuff that Haniya was always wearing.

"Linda..." Sammi whispered, bringing up a picture on the phone. Done by a friend, it came on their wedding day. Only time she had seen her wife in a dress. That was only because she had asked her nicely all those years ago. Nowadays, Sammi kept her blonde hair short and eyes as bright as possible. "Please still love me..."

Sure, there was at least one 'muslim' woman in Stepford on top of that woman who gave back her purse. But what about a muslim from outside of here? Would they be so accepting.

A deep breath later, she began her walk towards the airport. The plane would be landing soon and it would be awful to be late.