Stay the Night
“We can stop worrying about it, it’s all okay.”
Tiffany’s lips curled into a slow smile that just kept growing. I knew the possibility of cuts had been weighing her down lately too. In the few moments she wasn’t running around trying to keep up with all the new guests, she wasn’t her usual, bubbly self. Finally, she hugged my side closer to hers.
“We’re safe. Thank God. My heart wouldn’t have been able to handle not knowing for much longer. It was terrible,” she whispered.
“It was,” I agreed. “But we can finally get back to work without wondering when the ax is going to come crashing down. We’ve been given a stay of execution for this round of cuts. Let’s hope we never have to worry about it
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