work."
"Excellent!"
Lunch was a peaceful occurrence, despite her predictions, and true to his word she stood on her doorstep, to her surprise, at the time agreed.
When she walked into work that day Desiree, who was seated at the desk, smiled at her. "Well aren't you beaming and grinning and just when we were about to send Terrible Tessie after you. We were starting to worry."
Promise picked up the schedule on the nearby counter and began to scan it ignoring the threat. "Mara has Lucille working again?"
"She was the only aid Mara could get when Anna called out at the beginning of shift. She said her daughter was sick and her husband had already stayed home with her yesterday."
"I guess that means I'm taking A side again," Promise sighed.
And the day had begun with such promise, she mused as Mrs. Helen glared at her. Extending the pills to her again she gave her reply, "What Colin gives me and doesn't give me is a personal matter, Mrs. Helen; it's not up for discussion. Now take your pills or I'll have to call off our deal. Colin was here Saturday that means you have to take your pills without fuss this week."
"That stubborn young man," Mrs. Helen began again despite Promise's warning. "I told him to take that rose he gave me and give it to you weeks ago but he won't hear it. He told me he'd give you one soon and I can tell he hasn't. The young ones just don't…"
"Told him to… Now Mrs. Helen don't you go playing match maker again. Colin and I can find out own dates. There's no use pursuing him anyway," she sighed to her own surprise, "he's got his eye on another girl. He's told me so. A fair lady in a tower of glass or something of the sort." She chuckled quietly remembering the jesting conversation they had a short time ago.
"I've seen the way he watches you; you can't tell me he's got his eye on anyone but…"
"Take your pills, Mrs. Helen or your Saturday visits from Colin will be a thing of the past." Promise held her breath, hoping that the token threat was large enough to persuade the old woman to take her pills. Reluctantly, Mrs. Helen held up her palm.
"Where's my juice? It better not be that seedy tomato juice they always give me."
"It's never had a seed in it before, Mrs. Helen."
"There's a first time for everything, Miss. Promise. First time for everything."
As the days progressed her messages only got more desperate. About five days from when he had replied to her messages he got one that made his mouse freeze mid-scurry. Reading the subject line Michael could only stare. Ducking under the heading he began to read with fervor.
He was there. Today when I came in to open the café, Haruko was planted under the awning, looking for all the world like he was going to slaughter something. When I saw him I think I nearly fainted but I forced myself to stumble into the alleyway beside the café. I wanted to cry but I was afraid he would hear me.
I had customers coming within the hour. I was already late to work. He tapped his watch several times then grumbled and walked off, kicking a nearby beer bottle into the concrete wall of the Lazy Daisy. After I was sure he was gone I slipped into the Daisy. I locked the door behind me and all I could do was collapse into the nearest booth. I didn't have time for it but I cried.
When my first customer arrived I had to scramble to get him his coffee. When my waitresses showed up I slipped into the back. I couldn't bring myself to emerge until closing time. I'm not sure I even ate lunch. I couldn't. I mean does he know this is where I work now? Was he waiting for me this morning? What if he would have seen me? What if he did see me?
I'm so scared. It hurts so much. I wish you were here.
At that moment Michael realized it wasn't Eden she needed. That's when it hit him. Selah didn't want to talk to Eden. She didn't want to talk to Dante and she didn't want to talk to him. She really didn't want to talk. What she needed was someone to be there, quietly.
"Excellent!"
Lunch was a peaceful occurrence, despite her predictions, and true to his word she stood on her doorstep, to her surprise, at the time agreed.
When she walked into work that day Desiree, who was seated at the desk, smiled at her. "Well aren't you beaming and grinning and just when we were about to send Terrible Tessie after you. We were starting to worry."
Promise picked up the schedule on the nearby counter and began to scan it ignoring the threat. "Mara has Lucille working again?"
"She was the only aid Mara could get when Anna called out at the beginning of shift. She said her daughter was sick and her husband had already stayed home with her yesterday."
"I guess that means I'm taking A side again," Promise sighed.
And the day had begun with such promise, she mused as Mrs. Helen glared at her. Extending the pills to her again she gave her reply, "What Colin gives me and doesn't give me is a personal matter, Mrs. Helen; it's not up for discussion. Now take your pills or I'll have to call off our deal. Colin was here Saturday that means you have to take your pills without fuss this week."
"That stubborn young man," Mrs. Helen began again despite Promise's warning. "I told him to take that rose he gave me and give it to you weeks ago but he won't hear it. He told me he'd give you one soon and I can tell he hasn't. The young ones just don't…"
"Told him to… Now Mrs. Helen don't you go playing match maker again. Colin and I can find out own dates. There's no use pursuing him anyway," she sighed to her own surprise, "he's got his eye on another girl. He's told me so. A fair lady in a tower of glass or something of the sort." She chuckled quietly remembering the jesting conversation they had a short time ago.
"I've seen the way he watches you; you can't tell me he's got his eye on anyone but…"
"Take your pills, Mrs. Helen or your Saturday visits from Colin will be a thing of the past." Promise held her breath, hoping that the token threat was large enough to persuade the old woman to take her pills. Reluctantly, Mrs. Helen held up her palm.
"Where's my juice? It better not be that seedy tomato juice they always give me."
"It's never had a seed in it before, Mrs. Helen."
"There's a first time for everything, Miss. Promise. First time for everything."
As the days progressed her messages only got more desperate. About five days from when he had replied to her messages he got one that made his mouse freeze mid-scurry. Reading the subject line Michael could only stare. Ducking under the heading he began to read with fervor.
He was there. Today when I came in to open the café, Haruko was planted under the awning, looking for all the world like he was going to slaughter something. When I saw him I think I nearly fainted but I forced myself to stumble into the alleyway beside the café. I wanted to cry but I was afraid he would hear me.
I had customers coming within the hour. I was already late to work. He tapped his watch several times then grumbled and walked off, kicking a nearby beer bottle into the concrete wall of the Lazy Daisy. After I was sure he was gone I slipped into the Daisy. I locked the door behind me and all I could do was collapse into the nearest booth. I didn't have time for it but I cried.
When my first customer arrived I had to scramble to get him his coffee. When my waitresses showed up I slipped into the back. I couldn't bring myself to emerge until closing time. I'm not sure I even ate lunch. I couldn't. I mean does he know this is where I work now? Was he waiting for me this morning? What if he would have seen me? What if he did see me?
I'm so scared. It hurts so much. I wish you were here.
At that moment Michael realized it wasn't Eden she needed. That's when it hit him. Selah didn't want to talk to Eden. She didn't want to talk to Dante and she didn't want to talk to him. She really didn't want to talk. What she needed was someone to be there, quietly.
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