Well that and fight the tears. Frustrating thing to do. Nobody wanted to see their waitress or cook sobbing pathetically into their food. And it was pathetic. Very pathetic. Apparently he wasn’t the dear friend she thought. A real friend wouldn’t have walked out over how she stupidly ran her life for a couple years. Flora frowned over her coffee. “And he just walked out.” Tonya nodded, the pang still heavy and hurting in her chest. “No looking back. Locked the door when I knocked on it.” Flora frowned and leaned back against the sink lip in the kitchen. “I wish I had dumped that bowl of gravy over his head this morning. What an asshole.” She’d been thinking nearly the same thing for half the night. But then, what else should she have expected? So many times he’d mentioned admiring how she was staying faithful. Going in she’d known telling the truth was a risk. Had known the best she could hope for was that he’d understand. “I’m going to give him time, I think, before pushing.”
