She wanted distractions, any distractions. She wanted to forget about how quiet the apartment was last night, how out of place she felt in it alone. Unfortunately, Finding Forgiveness kept appearing by her on the counter, nudging her, reminding her. At least Old Love, New Direction had decided to stay home, though it had poured out of her box of cereal that morning, clanging onto the bowl and causing Cheerios to fly everywhere. She had just knocked Finding Forgiveness off the counter again when she saw someone crossing the rotunda toward her. She straightened as the woman approached. "It's you!" Chloe said, unreasonably glad to see her again. Josey Cirrini stopped and turned around to see who Chloe was talking to. When she saw no one was there, she said, "Me?" "Yes, you," Chloe said, laughing. "Another grilled to - mato and cheese to go?" Josey walked up to the counter. "You remembered." "I remember what everyone orders. I get that from my great-grandad." Chloe turned and put on a pair of disposable clear plastic gloves, then she started to assemble the sandwich.
