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Anna
The next day brought a big surprise. Susan plopped down across from me as I sat in my usual spot in the café, this time hammering away on the laptop, inspired by my meeting with Rob.
“I have something to tell you.” She seemed nervous, wringing her hands, and biting her lip.
“What?” I said, barely looking up as I finished a paragraph and hit save. She squirmed in her seat. This was unusual; the Susan I knew was always confident. She usually voiced her opinions loud and clear and always thought she was right about everything. Which she was most of the time, to be fair.
“Okay, don’t be mad at me but I may have omitted something…”
“About what?” I asked suspiciously. She had my full attention now.
“About Rob,” she said and squirmed a little more, wringing her hands again. Her eyes
