Chapter 7The day dragged on. The pain was intense. I fantasized a couple times about Finn dropping by Fresh Foods, about the two of us splitting a deli sandwich for lunch or maybe just a banana, considering my finances. I daydreamed he would kiss me as the thunder rolled to warn the mist sprayer was about to engage over the leafy greens. That would be our rain scene from The Notebook. None of that happened, just my usual six hours placing apples and oranges ever so carefully to keep them from falling and rolling away.
But now that my shift was over, as I pumped myself up to mount two short steps up into the bus to head home on yet another bright but frigid January afternoon, “I saved you a seat, Lenny,” things were looking better. “Got us one right up front.” It was Finn.
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