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Charlie sat in her car in the small parking lot in front of Second Breakfast. She dug around inside her purse for her cigarettes and a lighter. “I blew it,” she said out loud.
She had considered lying about her experience. She could have said she waitressed during high school at a Friendly’s or something. Most of them were gone now anyway. Who would bother checking waitress references? Why would someone lie about having been a waitress?
“I should have lied about it.” She lit the cigarette, sucked in a lung full of smoke and held it until her nerves settled some.
She should have known the guy who interviewed her wasn’t Tubs. He was far too good looking to have earned such an icky nickname. She hated cliches, but the man had the most dreamy hazel eyes. No one in their right mind woul
