Donna clears her throat as the appetizer arrives.
“Sorry, babe. What were you saying?”
Donna wolfs a cheese bite and starts back in. I tune her out, deciding that drinks with her today were a bad idea. She’ll die alone but refuses to accept it. Why should I have to listen to her pathetic whine? I pretend that my phone buzzed and peer into my purse.
“Oh, s**t!”
“What is it?”
“Nothin’. Forgot about something I need to do. Fuck.” I tap my acrylics on the cocktail glass before sucking its dregs. “Sorry. I gotta go, hun. Drinks on me next time, ’kay? I’ll text.” Before Donna can speak through another mouthful, I shoot out the booth with an eyes-closed kissy face and rush for the stairs.
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I keep my distance nearing the break wall. A double scoop of fat-free rainbow sherbet helps to conce
