Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“Fine. We'll get you some waffles somewhere after this. Ok? Now, can me and Uncle Stan eat the food we ordered? Look! Stan's starving! Can’t you wait that long? Why not have some nice Texas Toast while you’re waiting here?”

“I’ll wait in the car.”

“Fine. Here’s the keys. …Grezela?”

“What?”

“I’m trusting you.”

“Fine.”

“...Everything’s wrong.

Everyone gets this. It is the way here. The ones who don’t get a number…You’re lucky. It hurts a little, not a lot. Just a little.

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“Fine. We'll get you some waffles somewhere after this. Ok? Now, can me and Uncle Stan eat the food we ordered? Look! Stan's starving! Can’t you wait that long? Why not have some nice Texas Toast while you’re waiting here?”

“I’ll wait in the car.”

“Fine. Here’s the keys. …Grezela?”

“What?”

“I’m trusting you.”

“Fine.”

“...Everything’s wrong.”

Everyone gets this. It is the way here. The ones who don’t get a number…You’re lucky. It hurts a little, not a lot. Just a little.