Many Beans Necessary

Myra cursed herself.  She should have poisoned the damn shrimp instead.  She raked the contents into the garbage and took down another plate.  She piled another helping of beans onto the plate and a few more shrimp.  She returned to her seat and waited.  She finished off the glass of Merlot and poured another.  She kept waiting.  She found herself clicking her nails against the table.  Clicking and sipping.  She shook her head and found that she was now pouring herself a third glass of Merlot.  She took a deep breath.

Calm down, honey.

Almost there.

Can’t lose it now.

He finally returned to the table.

“Well that’s it.  I called my boss.  Told him I would not be coming in on Monday.”





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