Chapter 12
MAGGIE
My feet ached in my brand-new shoes. Bronwyn had thrown out my wet pair, which had been literally falling apart. I couldn’t afford anything expensive so I’d had to settle for ten-dollar flats from Walmart.
Stupid cheap shoes. Blisters had formed on both heels and the bottoms of my feet were on fire from standing all day. My shift at the diner began at eleven in the morning. It was now almost six and I still had two hours left to go.
After dropping off an all-day breakfast order to a table of women in their thirties who were too old to be giggling the way they were, I leaned on the counter and raised a foot. The pressure eased a little but only increased on the other. I switched them out, wishing I could take off my shoes and rub, but I wouldn’t touch my feet in the mi
