Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Mel's Diner

Irina had collapsed in the only comfortable chair I owned within seconds of entering my condo. I was beginning to wonder if the woman had bones.

She and I had sat for a bit in the ballroom after Matt and his two monkeys had left. She sat quietly, looking at her face in one of those compact mirrors. I, on the other hand, was not quiet at all. I cursed Matt, his goons, his parents, his pets and his siblings. After about five minutes of this, I sat down, rubbed my face, and muttered one last expletive. Then I stood up, patted my pockets for my keys and walked out. I was in the parking garage before I noticed she was behind me.

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