Chapter Twenty Five
It's not hard to find ways to avoid long stretches of thought on Lorna's observation, as the diner grows busy and time passes quickly. No one tells me to go home today, and while I'm tired and sticky, looking forward to washing the dried sweat from the back of my neck, I love being needed so much.
Not that I'd want to do this every day. Hopefully Michael's parents will figure a way to shuffle the schedule around while Cathy recovers, and didn't I hear something about hiring new waitresses?
On the drive home, however, I think of the girl I was for so many years, hand in hand with Michael, as if he was all I needed for me to be happy.
Maybe that's why I have no idea what I want to make of my life, since he is no longer in it.
But he is, and I've p
