Rhonda
I went about my usual cleaning duties as I have every single day for the past three months. I had the same routine: wake up, cook breakfast, start the laundry while I clean the main rooms, dust, switch laundry to the dryer, cook lunch, do more cleaning; laundry, and cooking. I usually worked over at Bennington’s office three times a week, but the boss had closed the office until further notice and I really missed the distraction.
It would be four months that I had met and lost my mate. I remembered walking into the bar and feeling excited about something. I didn’t know what because I had been to Bob’s so many times before. It was a dingy, hole-in-the-wall kind of bar. My girlfriends and I wanted the biker boy experience so we decided to make a night of it.
Within five minutes o
