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What the heck am I doing here in the shop at this hour… and with Danna Russel at that?
I must be insane, I thought. Yet it's too late. She's here in front of me, and I just cannot tell her to go. She needs someone tonight. She needs a friends. I can be that. I'll be that.
Dana was playing with the plastic lavender flowers on a tiny circular vase on the table. Her long and manicured fingers were pulling the petals, testing the durability of the product. I, on the other hand was shaking in my shoes, uncertain and doubtful if I made the right choice to stay here and give her some company. The money she offered for my time were still on the table, right next to the vase and I didn't even touch it. The idea was ludicrous, she's willing to offer someone her money just so she won't feel alone tonight. Now, in retrospect, I don't know if I was the one she needed to be around at the moment.
