On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

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The crowd respectfully parted.

James led me to a quiet corner table, away from the shattered glass and accusing eyes. He flagged down a real waiter and ordered two strong coffees.

“You okay, Margaret?” he asked, his voice softer now.

I nodded, though my whole body was trembling. The adrenaline that had kept me standing was starting to fade, leaving continue reading …