Chapter 11
My new home is a coffee shop called Bean There Done That, on a street called Church, but I don’t see any steeples, only cars circling for a parking space. Channeling the name of the road, I pray that Katie reconsiders her decision and returns to reclaim me. Divorce must impair judgment.
The worker who placed me on the shelf has already finished her shift and left. Life is so transient in a coffee shop. I scan the space, taking in the parameters of my prison. Watching the clock behind the counter, I see that it’s been just 20 minutes since I was abandoned by Katie and forgotten by Ziya. Time slows in a crisis.
There are a couple dozen of us Forgotten Ones here, Books stacked, forming a hill of hopelessness. We represent the fickleness of Humans. Once wanted, now we’re simply
