“My body is as in a good of a shape as yours…Even better and you know it.” I said, with a sharp tone that I immediately regretted. Try waitressing.”
“You remember how my first waitressing job went in college.”
“You cried and threw the coffee in the asshole’s face.” She chuckled. I sat there and watched Judy work her hands on the feet of the woman fucking her husband. However, the moment she slowly got to her feet with a sigh, I started trembling. “Go prepare my work clothes, I’ll be up in a minute.”
I didn’t need to be told that twice, as I ran away then up the stairs. Morgan had done well for herself. It left Judy in a wreck, making her days paranoid. She took the schooling with a shut mouth, apologized then continued her work. “Now come here.” She pointed to the ground impatiently. “You were my friend.”
“I still am…believe it.”
A snicker escaped me, as I looked up at her with narrow eyes, trying to see if she was really serious.