Serving Tables

LAYLA

It was the singing of the stupid birds outside that woke me up. The sunlight danced into the room and settled on my face.

My eyes snapped open and what happened last night stuck me like a bad movie that had refused to go away.

I remembered. I had gone to apologize to Del Morino. A brief sorry, a swift retreat and perhaps some freedom from my guilt were all that was expected of me.

However, no. What I got was the sight of him laughing carelessly while standing with ...