Breaking the Ties That Bind
“She had stood continually from three o’clock in the afternoon until eleven that night and she’d frozen a smile on her face as she checked coats, briefcases, canes, and umbrellas in a classy Washington, D.C., restaurant. A tally of her tips showed that, as balm for her tired feet, she had exactly sixty-three dollars.
“Oh, well, at least I have a job,” she said to herself, fluffed her pillow, let out a long, happy breath, and prepared to sleep. Tomorrow, she would have lunch with her three buddies—The Pace Setters, as the four called themselves—a treat to which she always looked forward.
She heard the phone ringing, but she put her head beneath the pillow and willed the noise to go away. But it persisted, so she sat up and answered it. “Hello, whoever you are at half past midnight.”
“What on earth took you so long? Don’t tell me you were asleep.”
She got comfortable and rested her right elbow on her knee. “What’s the matter, Mama?”
“Nothing’s the matter. Why does something have to be th...e matter?”MoreLess
“Oh, well, at least I have a job,” she said to herself, fluffed her pillow, let out a long, happy breath, and prepared to sleep. Tomorrow, she would have lunch with her three buddies—The Pace Setters, as the four called themselves—a treat to which she always looked forward.
She heard the phone ringing, but she put her head beneath the pillow and willed the noise to go away. But it persisted, so she sat up and answered it. “Hello, whoever you are at half past midnight.”
“What on earth took you so long? Don’t tell me you were asleep.”
She got comfortable and rested her right elbow on her knee. “What’s the matter, Mama?”
“Nothing’s the matter. Why does something have to be th...e matter?”MoreLess
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