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two cups, then sets those down.
    She sits down and digs in. Other than seeing my sisters eat like pigs I’ve never seen another woman eat like this. I find it amusing so I just watch while I sip my coffee. She looks up with half of a piece of bacon hanging out of her mouth, and then swallows the food that’s already in her mouth hard. She takes the half of a piece of bacon out of her mouth and says, “What? Do I have egg on my face or something?”
    “No,” I answer, amused.
    “Is there something wrong with your breakfast?” she asks concerned, looking at my plate.
    “No,” I answer starting to like this game.
    “Well, you haven’t eaten any,” she replies.
    “No,” I answer.
    “Are you going to eat your bacon?” she asks.
    “No,” I answer. I wonder how many more questions she’s going to ask that I can answer no to?
    “Do you know how to say anything other than no?” she asks.
    “Yes,” I answer.
    “Well, thank God! I thought I was transported to the universe of no and I was the only strange one that knew how to say anything other than no.”
    I couldn’t help it; it was so damn funny, I tipped my head back and laughed. It was a full on deep belly laugh that was contagious because she started laughing, too. She’s laughing so hard she has tears streaming down her face. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
    “Wait, what are we laughing at again?” she asks seriously, wiping her tears.
    My face goes serious. Is she for real? Then I bust a gut laughing again.
    “Seriously, you aren’t going to eat that? Can I have your bacon?” she asks again.
    “I slide my plate over to her and she takes all of my bacon, leaving only my eggs. I slide the plate back and eat my eggs.
    “Do you want to talk about last night?” I ask.
    “Not especially,” she answers, bringing her right leg up to her chest. She’s insecure about the question, but not about me seeing my own underwear on her thighs.
    “Alright, I won’t pressure you. Then how about if you tell me a little about yourself?” I try.
    “There’s not much to tell really. My dad was never around, my mother died when I was ten. I was raised by my Aunt Molly, I moved out when I was eighteen. I’ve been on my own ever since,” she says, shrugging.
    The dryer buzzes and I get up to get it.
    “I’ll get it. You sit and enjoy your coffee,” she says. She rests her hand on my shoulder on the way into the laundry room. She comes back out dressed in all of her own clothes.
    “I’ll just clean up the breakfast dishes, then me and Ruby will be out of your hair.”
    “You can’t go,” I tell her, standing in front of her.
     
    Savvy
    “What do you mean I can’t go?” I ask, looking up at him. I hold my stare for about fifteen seconds, then take the plates to the sink, turn the water on and load them in the dishwasher.
    “You’re invited to family dinner tonight, and I thought we’d hang out today until then,” he answers.
    “You want to hang out with me?” I turn around and ask, surprised.
    Men don’t usually want to hang out with me. They want a quick fuck, sure, but not to just hang out with me. And he’s already indicated he doesn’t want to sleep with me. I tried to show him my gratitude this morning and he wanted no part of it. So why would he want to hang out with me?
    “I do. We can do absolutely anything you want today,” he answers, finishing his coffee.
    “I really should go home and get a change of clothes and my books. Unfortunately, I have studying to do. How about we go get my stuff, then we go to the zoo for about an hour. I’ve always wanted to go to Woodland Park Zoo,” I say, excitedly. I’ve wanted to go since I was a little girl. I’m actually extremely embarrassed by the things I haven’t done. Aunt Molly never allowed it. Even on field trip days in grade school, she made a point out of it and made me stay home, just so I couldn’t have any fun.
    “Deal! I’ll follow you home. You can leave