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Can I ask you one thing before you go?” the clerk said. Her short friend watched me over the edge of her glasses.
“Sure.”
“Are you and Morgan going to the movies again anytime soon?”
I swear every person in that room leaned closer.
“Uh…”
“Mr. Newman is gonna be showing the cows The Sound of Music next Friday,” Marge said. Then I’ll be damned if she didn’t grin.
What the hell did I say? Because they sure were waiting for me to say something. “We’ll see.”
Marge patted me on the arm. “Well, you just let us know.”
I faced some scary people in my life, had guns shoved in my face, seen the results of a disgruntled colleague's handiwork, and never ran. Apparently a room full of Durstrand locals could do what bullets had failed at.
I set the box of bottles on the floor on the passenger side of the truck and cranked it up. Everyone in the post office watched me out the window. Even the two mail clerks had squeezed up front. About half of them waved.
With my face on fire, I fled the parking lot.
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