SHE WAS A LITTLE WORRIED – no, a lot worried – that she might have offended him. Heck, a guy like that! That was probably the first time he was ever shown the door. Well, not shown it, but.
She debated with herself; maybe it’s my turn to make the approach. She debunked it. Maybe he just wanted some alone time.
All of Thursday crawled past painfully slowly. It was the same all of Friday. She occupied herself with various activities. Swimming. Running. Eating and more eating. She was alarmed when she tried on her favourite jeans, and they felt a little tight.
I couldn’t have gained that much in two days of bingeing, could I?
She was dressed in a tracksuit ready to assault the asphalt Saturday morning when she bumped into the friendly Duty Manager.
‘Err, have you seen Banjo?’
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