Chapter 2
I turned my back on Derrick, hoping he would take the hint and leave. Tonight, I would pack up the red cut glass vases and cups and put them in the trunk of my car. Tomorrow morning, I’d leave.
As the line inched forward, Troy called my name, correctly, and I smiled as he handed me my refill.
“Are you going to be open on the holiday?” I asked, hoping to not sound pathetic. I should probably ask my mother if I could come over, but she always had the whole family there and had never invited me, or us, before, so I didn’t really want to, not even with the cut glass as a gift for her. I hope she still liked them. They meant nothing to me, personally.
Troy nodded. “I’ll be here,” he said quietly, with what I thought was resignation.
Well, so would I, I thought, but I did not say it out loud.