William was back in town.
When my friend Liz told me, not even the best doctor could get my heart going again.
“He came by the diner last night,” Liz said nonchalantly. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to get a reaction from me or not.
“That’s good,” I struggled to remain calm.
I heard her stop filling ketchup bottles. I felt her eyes on my back.
“Stop it, Mary Beth Holland! How are you not jumping up and down right now?” She rushed over and sat across the diner counter from me.
“Did he ask about me?” I asked excitedly. Trying not to sound too desperate.
“Of course.” Liz excitedly twirled a ketchup-stained dishtowel around her fingers.
“What should I do?” I asked her, knowing full well what she would say.
“Go with him! Get out of this crap town and finally be with him,” she said it so quickly.
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