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“Where in the world have you been?” Sheila shrieked at me.
That was the greeting I got on entering the diner, my old stomping grounds of employment only a week before. I’d come in to see how everything was going, but not to tender my resignation. My place with my current boss, John Benson, was still too fragile for me to want to quit my reliable, if poor, diner position. Just a few days before was the day he’d admitted his affection for me in the bathtub, and where I’d decided to sift through my emotions of the coming days and weeks, maybe months, to see how I felt. I found a lot of cobwebs brushing through those emotions.
I sheepishly smiled at my overactive friend, and was grateful there weren’t many customers this late at night. “In another part of it, but sorry for going miss
