01-18-2010

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The full plates shattered in a muffled crash as they hit the diner's floor. Standing in front of Rosemary was Vic. Vic, who was suppose to not only be under a restraining order, but still incarcerated.
Rosemary took a couple slow steps backward, eyes fixed on Vic. Her lungs were frozen; she shook. Vic remained still, thumbs in his front pocket, looking her over, smiling.
Several regulars stood up from the counter and moved towards Rosemary. They knew something was wrong. She wasn't afraid of anyone, or anything.
"You alright, there, Rosemary?" Chuck said. He stood several feet in front of Rosemary between her and Vic. Other wait staff came and began to clean up the floor, looking up at Rosemary from time to time. Even they knew something wasn't right.
"Just a bit clumbsy this morning, I guess," she said trying to smile. She reached the end of the counter and moved behind the register. Vic had yet to move. It was just like him; messing with her mind, keeping her guessing.
Chuck walked down to Vic and sat on a stool in front of him. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the counter. "What can we do you for this fine mornin'?"
"Hot tea, would be nice," Vic said. "If it is not any trouble, sir."
Chuck looked back towards Rosemary. She shrugged, nodded a quick yes.
"Hot tea with no trouble," Chuck said as he stood, "comg right up."
Rosemary moved toward the hot water and grabbed a cup. Vic made himself comfortable at the counter, waiting patiently.
Nice? Tea? What was he up to? Rosemary thought.
She grabbed a tea bag and moved to Vic. He smiled.
"Thank you, Rosemary," he said. He was sincere.
"You know you ain't suppose to be this close, Vic," she said in a hushed tone. "What do you want?"
"To apologize."
"Yeah?" Rosemary leaned back against the counter. "For what this time?"
"Everything," he said Ina calm voice as he sipped his tea. "I have wronged you in so many ways, I couldn't even begin to think you could forgive me; however, I know I owe you more than a mere apology can offer."
Rosemary was confused. Was this the Vic she knew, or was this just another one of his wicked mind games? She knew if she let herself play along once more, she'd end up dead.


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