Two Months Later
"I was going to fire you anyway, kiss-ass."
I blink. "Excuse me?"
Marge doesn't bat an eyelash. "You were sloppy these past few weeks."
"I'm pretty sure a cast sling over my shoulder grounds with consideration, Marge."
She waves me off. "Ah. Stop making excuses. You don't work here anymore."
"I—" I stop. No use arguing with the old woman. I know I couldn't get a word in with her.
The diner was empty considering it was five in the morning and Marge doesn't open shop until seven. I came by to see her before Elio and I drive to Chicago for the opening semester which starts in a week. Turns out, I passed my interview at BUC with the scholarship they offered me before still intact. I was full ride, baby!
He kept on insisting that we fly but I couldn't afford a plane ti
