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Show 176 school. That afternoon, despite the constant contact with customers, her old daydreams of moments with Steve at the library, of sitting in class beside him, of having lunch together, rolled back over her. Stronger now than ever, fueled by the actual detail of his talk with her. So that she short-changed two customers in a row. And still she could not stop daydreaming. The next day she again went to the coffee shop for lunch. But while she was eating she did not enjoy the possibility that Steve would come in-she feared he would not. And he did not. She had been hoping, she supposed, that he would try to arrange his runs to be back to eat at the coffee shop. But he had not. She was silly. She upbraided herself for being silly-after all, she shouldn't be disappointed. There really wasn't any grounds for disappointment, was there? She paid her bill, and on a sudden impulse bought a half dozen chocolate mints from the bowl beside the cash register. Eating them one after the other as she slowly walked back to the store. For the first time that vacation, she wished for something else to do, someplace else to go, besides work. Later that afternoon, she saw him on his way out on a delivery run, packing the box of prescriptions under his arm. He saw her and waved, he was as friendly as ever. But he did not stop to chat. She watched as he bounded out the side door, moving high on his feet with those smooth easy strides, his tie swinging like the tail of a kite down |
