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“You eatlike a child.” The sentence floated on Emma’s head as she stared down at thegrilled cheese that rested on her plate. The gooey mass that was the cheese hadalready started to solidify, creating a sea in where the bread seemed to befloating in. Or drowning. She couldn’t really pick. The imaginary did nothingto alleviate her bad mood and so she sighed before pinching the bridge of hernose, the small roadside bar feeling as if falling around her, extinguishing allfresh air she could take on her lungs. The crumbs of her late dinner surroundedthe plate, prickling her skin.
“Wantanything else?” The woman’s voice made her focus on what she had in front ofher once again, the smell of coffee reaching her nostrils as she did so. Thewoman’s eyes were focused on hers but they swarmed in tiredness due to the latehour and for a moment Emma wondered why she had stopped there, in the middle ofnowhere.
“Because Henry sent you a message.”
Smiling,the blonde shook her head, tapping her fingers against the counter beforepointing at the still half-full cup of coffee at her right.
Thewaitress nodded and turned to a man who was just about finishing his plate. Emmafollowed her movements while focusing on breathing deeply, not caring about themismatched scents she got from it. Her stomach churning, she stood and paid,turning towards the entrance to the bar, her small bug visible through thedirty glass caked with unwashed dust from the road outside.
Her boots feltheavy as the door jingled on its hinges but she left the small place, her righthand fishing the car keys out of her front pocket.
“She looks different. She won’t know who youare, mom”
Henry’svoice had left the same impression of wet cardboard on the back of her throatthat the cheese she had just tried to eat. Alas, just as she was there she hadpicked up the phone. Opening the car door, she sat behind the wheel, thetwinkling lights of Seattle illuminating the distant skyline she coulddistinguish beneath the low clouds that peppered the black sky with their palegrey.
There weremany things she would have liked to tell Regina back when she had looked at herwith affection shinning on her eyes, the statement on her immaturity stillfloating between the two of them. She wondered while stirring the car, how manyshe would be able to not say in front of this Regina. Of this… Roni.
The carmoved and so she left, leaving the waitress to look reprovingly at it whilepicking the now more than cold grilled cheese.
