ugly I did not know whether to thank her or file a complaint.
“I made these,” she said, shoving them at my chest. “So your feet don’t freeze.”
At the diner, Joe noticed I had been rushing out after shifts.
“You got yourself a girlfriend now?”
“I’m helping Mrs. Rhode.”
He nearly dropped the coffee pot laughing.
“That old battle-axe? Helping her with what?”
I told him everything about our arrangement. By the end, he nodded slowly.
“Well. That’s weird as hell. But she likes you. That’s not nothing.”
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