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Jackie
“The squid’s really good,” I say, because it’s true and I have no idea what else to say. It’s not that Angela has dressed up for this dinner. She’s wearing a similar style pantsuit to the one she turned up in for our therapy session, her blouse tucked in tightly. Yet, there’s something different about her. Something about her has mellowed.
“The squid it will be then.” Angela puts her menu on the table.
“Thank you for coming.”
“A small price to pay for being able to get back to active duty in two weeks’ time.”
“If you look at it like that.” On my way to the restaurant, I’ve decided to give Angela the first fifteen minutes of our time together to get all the snide remarks out of her system without calling her out on them. I figure fifteen minutes is the very least I can give h
