IT'S NOT TOO LATE COPYWRITE 2013, RZEVANS
She had to know, and she figured the sooner she got this behind her, the sooner she could get on with her life.
Why was she like this, she could stand and argue a case all morning and not be this nervous. She set the plate of eggs and the cup of coffee down in front of him, and as she withdrew her hand, she knocked the glass of water off the table. The crash brought a reprimand from the owner: "Girll, you are going to give me a heart attack; that's the third accident you've had this morning. Go sit down somewhere and get yourself together."
"Don''t be hard on her Charlie, you can see she's nervous about something. Here, Girl, sit down with me," said the man, motioning toward the chair across the table. When she got the plastic glass and the water cleaned off the floor, she sat down, looking the man in the eyes. There was a softness in his face; she had often wondered what she would see there. What do I say now, she thought.
"You are a beautiful girl and seem slightly out of place in this dumpy, little town. How did you come to be in this forgotten corner of the world?" he asked.
"Maybe it was a mistake," she said, "and maybe I'm not cut out to be a waitress."
"Aw, you'll do ok when you get settled in. What's your name?" he asked.
"Suzette,: she said, "what's yours?"
"John Talbot," he replied, "I've got a little girl somewhere named Suzette, she's probably about your age now. Haven't seen her and her mom since--,: he gazed out the plate glass window as if he was searching for a picture in time. Then he turned his gaze back to the pretty young girl, "I'd like to see her before I die." He softly shook his head and added, "I don't know how life ever got so complicated."
She reached across the table, took his hand in hers, and pressed it against her left cheek. As their hands became moist with her tears, she softly said, "It's not too late Daddy."
She had to know, and she figured the sooner she got this behind her, the sooner she could get on with her life.
Why was she like this, she could stand and argue a case all morning and not be this nervous. She set the plate of eggs and the cup of coffee down in front of him, and as she withdrew her hand, she knocked the glass of water off the table. The crash brought a reprimand from the owner: "Girll, you are going to give me a heart attack; that's the third accident you've had this morning. Go sit down somewhere and get yourself together."
"Don''t be hard on her Charlie, you can see she's nervous about something. Here, Girl, sit down with me," said the man, motioning toward the chair across the table. When she got the plastic glass and the water cleaned off the floor, she sat down, looking the man in the eyes. There was a softness in his face; she had often wondered what she would see there. What do I say now, she thought.
"You are a beautiful girl and seem slightly out of place in this dumpy, little town. How did you come to be in this forgotten corner of the world?" he asked.
"Maybe it was a mistake," she said, "and maybe I'm not cut out to be a waitress."
"Aw, you'll do ok when you get settled in. What's your name?" he asked.
"Suzette,: she said, "what's yours?"
"John Talbot," he replied, "I've got a little girl somewhere named Suzette, she's probably about your age now. Haven't seen her and her mom since--,: he gazed out the plate glass window as if he was searching for a picture in time. Then he turned his gaze back to the pretty young girl, "I'd like to see her before I die." He softly shook his head and added, "I don't know how life ever got so complicated."
She reached across the table, took his hand in hers, and pressed it against her left cheek. As their hands became moist with her tears, she softly said, "It's not too late Daddy."