Soon a large family was sat at the table next to her. The youngest daughter prattled on and on about another customer's pea coat and how he must be from England or in-touch with his feminine side. Occasionally, the girl would tried to take sly glances at the contact sheets spread across the table. The three year-old bounced in his seat whining for Aislin’s drawing case, a vintage Scooby-Do lunch pail. Aislin tried to focus on her apple pie, but to no avail. She dug her cell out of her knapsack, dialed Marc, and was sent directly to his voice mail.
Photo: Kalendis
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