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“What if I hadn’t stopped by?” Amanda asked, slathering another slice of bread with that f*******n ingredient, butter. “Were you going to tell me?”
“How?” I said. “I can’t use the phone.”
“We need to work out smoke signals or something,” she said. “Two puffs for ‘fresh eats.’” She propped her high heels up on the chair next to her and closed her eyes while she savored another mouthful. “I think I’ll just skip work and stay here.”
She always dresses so elegantly for her job. She’s the hostess at the fancy Greek restaurant downtown, and even though the only requirement is that all the workers wear black and white, Amanda always takes it up a notch.
This afternoon it was a knee-length black skirt, high heels, and a crisp white button-down shirt open just enough to show a light pink ca
