Her period arrived. Freakin’ great timing!
Freakin’ great timing!At work or not, was there ever a good time?
She retrieved a tampon and two ibuprofens from her purse in Coppola’s restroom. Her tummy seemed as big as a watermelon. She dried her hands and glanced down at her phone—five o’clock. She didn’t get off until ten.
The restaurant had a steady flow of customers, so Iz pasted a smile on her face. But at one point, Brenda stopped her, the sparkle in her gorgeous brown eyes dimmed.
“Are you all right?”
“I will be. Just another hour.” Thankfully, by nine, the crowd was already thinning.
Somehow, she managed to make it through her shift. She texted Reed.
My cramps are horrible. Can you make me some soup?
He replied quickly.
Absolutely. I’ll see you soon.
He greeted her at the do
