![]() ![]() “Anyone I know?” I ask idly, my knee bouncing under the table as I impatiently wait for the time to spill it all. Took me forever to wiggle my car out of the small space he left me with.” My jackass neighbor from across the street parked his car right behind mine again, even though he has his own side of the curb. When she takes her glasses off and puts them away, she speaks. She spots me and takes hurried steps to the table to join me, sitting down across from me at the bistro table in the small restaurant. She always seems so collected and put together, even though her wardrobe needs to shrink in size. ![]() Her hair is pinned neatly in a bun on her head, and her tiny, black, rectangular frames are perched on her nose. Her dress is much too big for her small body. She walks in, her eyes scanning the room for me. I met her a few months ago, and I swear she was just what I needed. Frustrated, and admittedly a little pissed, I wait on Brin Waters-one of my only friends-to show up for lunch. ![]()
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