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Gabby looked over and stared so long that Florence started to almost
squirm. “I think it's time for the whole story, Florence.”
“Story? I don't know what you mean,” she lied.
Gabby took a big stab of salmon and pushed it in his mouth. “Okay,
Florence. I won't press you. Damn, who thought you could get this kind
of chow on a train. I could eat a whole plateful of these potatoes. Oh, let's
try one of my favorite Beatles tunes.”
“Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?”
He looked up at her. She was finishing the biscuits and gravy and almost
licking the plate.
“The biscuits and gravy were my request, pretty good, huh?”
“I don't ever eat this much. Could we have some different music,
please?”
“Oh, sure. Try this one out. “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?”
She stopped one of the girls who was clearing the plates and asked
the time. She reached into her pocket and swallowed dose three. Only the
two blue Valium were left back in her bag.
“What were those, vitamins?” the nosy Gabby asked.
“Blood pressure, meds, if you need to know,” she answered thinking
that maybe she had made a mistake in inviting Gabby along.
“Little skinny, you has high blood pressure, huh? Oh, here comes
some dessert. I guessed, Florence.” Two hot fudge sundaes appeared and
each was delivered a root beer float.
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