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Show V Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 77 of 307 Other mornings I would see traffic jams of despair and desperation. It depends on how I was feeling. I find all manner of ways to avoid the crush during certain contagious times of the year. I sit near the door. I might race out the front door and stomp through the snow and then use"a key to enter through another door in an empty section of hallway. Sometimes I'll just make an appearance at one end of a hallway, waving and greeting everyone I recognize and looking as determined as the next fellow to make it to wherever we are ail heading. Then I slip out a side door and escape. When people ask if I was at church, which will happen, several people will claim to have seen me. And I can easily say, "Of course." I turned and saw Meg in her lavender Sunday dress with her scriptures pressed to her bosom. To someone who liked her, she might have looked radiant. To me she looked like Meg. And a headache. She was certainly far enough down the hallway that she would not have noticed her coconspirators in this obviously arranged marriage ploy had nailed me forcibly to go talk to her. But Kayla and Julia would surely notice if I slipped into the little RM's room and crawled out through the window. I decided to take my medicine and press through the crush and talk to Meg. Unless she was wearing a listening device, she had no idea I had said I would ask her out. |