*Aaron*
It is madness, my counting of the hours, minutes, seconds since I have last seen her, the way my attention keeps wandering to the doorway through which she should emerge at any moment, the tension building within me as the hour nears ten. I knew where she resides.
Perhaps I should go to her. If for no other reason than to reassure myself that she is well, as well as she can be under the circumstances, to see her, to say something that might make her smile. To lift her burden just a tad. To let her know that I care.
I bring that thought to a grinding halt as though I have just smacked into a brick wall. I do not care for her. She is a customer I wish to please, to ensure she returns and spends her coins here, even though she has yet to leave any at my tables. I wish I had a prope
