Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
The shrieking sound of glass shattering against the floor left me gasping. Instinctively, everyone in the place turned in their seats to see what the commotion was. From where we were sitting a waitress had dropped a couple of water glasses no less than fourteen feet away.
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She was an older woman, possibly in her late fifties, with chestnut brown hair including light streaks of gray. She wore bright red lipstick and a name tag that read "Theresa". Her eyes were as wide as they could be as she stared at us. Primarily me to be exact.
"Millie? Millie, is that you?" her voice was soft.
Oh boy.
There was only one person in the whole world that called me Millie and that was Theresa Bonnet. Biologically she was the granddaughter of the original owner of Marie's Diner, Marie herself. It completely slipped my mind that she would still be working here, considering the last time I saw her I was fifteen and with my mother and sister.
I'm sure like the rest of the world, she was aware of what happened. And if that was the case then what were the chances of her actually bringing up tragedy now.
I gave a slight nod. "Hello, Theresa."
She covered her mouth with her hand in shock. I will admit that after my little "tumble down the stairs" no one has really looked at me the same way since. And hell I couldn't blame them. But if they ever put two and two together as to why I did what I did- could they blame me for my actions?
Theresa hesitated to move closer as though I was an apparition that would disappear in front of her eyes.
"Oh my stars, I never thought . . ." Her voice cracked with emotion. "How. . . how are you?"
I needed to take this slow, because I didn't want to mention anything about my family or about my accident. Knowing Elijah, he would be undyingly persistent about the topic. And frankly, I was not about to open up that can of worms.
"I'm doing well." I gestured to Elijah who looked just as perplexed as Theresa. "This is Elijah. Elijah this is Theresa, she's the current owner of Marie's. She's a very close friend to my- me."
She stepped closer, this time with her hand extended to Elijah who took it graciously. Theresa turned to me with caution in her eyes. It was obvious that she had no clue how to proceed.
"Uh- I think we're ready to order," I said. My stomach was doing backflips.
"Oh, of course," she laughed nervously while taking out a mini note pad and pen. "What will it be?"
Elijah spoke up first. "I'll have the turkey club. Does that still come with waffle fries?"
A smile broke out on her face.
"I can see that you've both been here before!" she exclaimed. "Yep, the turkey club comes with waffle fries." After scribbling that down she turned to me. "And let me guess, a stack of blueberry pancakes?"
