A Mate and A Betrayal
The rest of the day was a blur with all the work and for me, Abigail kept her mouth shut.
“I’m sorry, Clara. She doesn’t mean it,” Gigi offered with an apologizing smile as we made our way to the empty tables.
Gigi was more mature and understanding than Abigail. She was married and was a mother of two beautiful children. Her husband, Norman, worked with a logistics company here in Dawson Creek. Gigi had wheat colored skin with thick black locks that bounced around her shoulders and warm brown eyes that always glanced at me with sisterly love.
“I know,” I responded and continued to clean the tables.
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