Some of them scattered the wrong damn way. In fact, she sat hunched at the table, over the coffee mug, like a hangover victim. He ran out of the trees, and hit a paved road, and was across it before the headlights could be sure what they'd seen. The indirect brightness was bad enough.
He didn't. For the second, no, the third time that night I was standing out in the cool shadows of the trees getting a heart-to-heart talk with another man. So you're eating a salad so you'll look good tonight, I said. Then he made it a game.
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