A week later, May made it through the day without crying. It was the first time in seven days she’d been able to do that, and she gave all the credit to her insane schedule. So getting up at five AM and working until eleven o’clock that night did have some benefits. None her feet could understand as she rubbed the lines from the edge of her heels out of her skin.
But whatever. She’d been rolling her mother’s words around in her head every time she had more than two seconds to think, and she still hadn’t come to much of a conclusion. She’d tried to envision Kurt at the restaurant, wearing a pair of slacks and walking around the dining room, asking guests how their steak was cooked and if they needed anything.
She couldn’t do it. She’d never seen him wear anything but cowboy boots, and he
