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She called back, “Then you can have waffles”

“I do not like the us out the door

“What do you like for breakfast?” she asked

I resisted saying, “The blood of his enemies,” because it wasn’t true That was Edward’s style and uy

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SUGAR CREEK RESTAURANT and Bakery was so crowded that the sound of the custo event or a concert The waitress at the podiue groups Sorry”

Kaitlin said, “Our party is already here at a table”

“Name?” the waitress said as if she didn’t believe Kaitlin

“Livingston”

“Oh, sure Just follow Mandy She’ll take you back”

Mandy—as either a second hostess or our waitress; only time would tell—took the menus the first woh the tables and booths The place was a lot deeper than the narrow front had hinted at, so we got to go through several roo with his back to a wall in the center of a horseshoe-shaped booth There was a dark-skinned wo with him His arether that her thick black hair had swung forward to hide her face completely and some of his Her hand, with its perfectly red nails, caressed the side of his face What I could see of his face was s

He pulled back, and his professionalism came over him like he had put on another set of clothes One ston was there again “Pamela, you remember Kaitlin”

Pamela looked up at us and smiled with lipstick the same crimson as her nails The black suit jacket fraold na to see hoe’dthe restaurant’s busiest time of day

“Of course I re out of the booth Since it was a deep booth, that took sorace I’d have looked like a five-year-old getting down from the dinner table Of course, when Pas help the whole scooting thing, or so I’m told

Paraciously I could see she earing red designer flats that ht was all her Her hair was black like ine what kinds of hair products she used and what careful blow-drying she’d done to get her hair to lie in a s, and Pamela’s hair in its natural state wasn’t as curly as mine, but I’d never met anyone with her skin tone and rich facial features who didn’t have my curls or more