I had to wait for my car and had come to the cafe.
It was her suggestion since I had been stomping across the garage bay and back pacing restlessly with my hands jammed into my jeans. When I started off without a word she accompanied me. "I'm fine," I said. But she came along anyway.
I stared out the window only partially aware that she spoke with Rose the waitress as though they had met before. I sipped my cafe au lait and glared through the glass thinking though I suppose it could also be described as festering. I sat at the small cafe table with my cafe au lait festering and feeling the sun move onto my forearm.