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t. She carried her bag and left the room. She headed to the kitchen to have breakfast. "Good morning, everyone." she said with a smile, pulling out a chair to sit. "Good morning, Beck. I'm sure you'll be off to work soon." Scarlett said, pouring Becka a cup of coffee. "Yes. Thank you." she answered, as she collected the cup. "Biscuits and gravy." Darla said, placing a plat

s about to leave. "Wouldn't you kiss your baby goodbye?" Bel called after her. "I'm running late, Bel!" she waved, lea

about ten minutes to eight. She was glad she wasn't late. The owner of the restaurant, Mr Fisher, was very strict concerning lateness to work. Becka had never gotten late to work, but sh

d, in her usual way of letting Becka remember she was there. "Oh, Kristena. Good morning." Becka said, feeling the pain where Kristena had pinched her. Kristena's fingernails were as long as a pencil, and although Mrs Cliff, t

of syrup, sir? Maple syrup is the best, sir, that's if you don't mind."Becka said, with a smile. The man smiled back, amazed by her charm. "Alright, then. Let me try that." he said. "Coffee or tea?" Becka asked. "Coffee, please." the man replied. Becka walked briskly back to the counter. She checked through the huge glass food holder. "Gotcha." s

e either at home or busy at work. Becka wiped sweat off her brow with her handkerchief. She felt nauseated by the smells of differ

ng with him. She went behind the counter and sat on a stool. Mrs Cliff came in. "You can have a recess now, Becka." Mrs Cliff said. Michael came in from behind Mrs Cliff and Becka knew he had gone to tell Mrs Cliff that she had thrown up. Well, he was Mrs Cliff

d her bag and left the room. Kristena had left for home, she noticed. Mrs Cliff was behind the counter with Michael, talking about something Michael had pointed out to her. "Well We'll have to tell the technician t

ir and sat. She had to wait for sometime. She had also forgotten to bring along the novel she had borrowed from the library. She rubbed her temples. She placed her head on the table and closed her eyes, hoping to get rel

ing into his coat. "Yes." Becka answered, wondering why he was asking her. Michael smiled at her. "Let me walk you home, it's getting dark." he said, still smiling. "Aren't you going home in Mrs Cliff's ca