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Carmela walked over to the table that was just now being freed of its occupants as they walked out the door, a fresh, cool breeze filtering through the opening and freezing the young girl to her bones, though the breeze may have not been the only culprit. It had been but a day since she had been freed from the barns, and it had left her chilled ever since.
She stacked the plates that had been left behind, adding onto them the dirty cutlery before she pulled the wash cloth from her apron and wiping it across the white surface of the table, and onto the bright blue of the seats where crumbs had been left behind. She did this mindlessly, trying not to think much of the events that had happened previously, reserving those thoughts to the time before bed so that it would keep her awake, until the red of her wrists where the rope had been made her pause in her duty. She remained still for a few moments, her mind somewhere that was far from the present, and more as though it had jumped back into that memory, that wasn’t made a memory anymore. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to put her off. She put the cloth away, picked up the dishes, and mozied them back into the kitchen to be cleaned.
When she came back from the back, her eyes drifted to the booth where a familiar figure sat in silence, as he did most, if not all, nights. She looked around the diner to make sure there were no other customers in the booths, then took one of the clean forks, and walked over to the booth. “Hey.” She said, leaning onto her hands as she slowly sat down onto the seat opposite Aiden.
