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Craig Nybo

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learned to flout ogling eyes.

Kurt sat with his paper spread across the table, a morning ritual he had taken to performing before heading to the police station for work.

“Morning, Lucy,” he said.

“Morning, you take a slice of pie with your coffee?”

“I think I’ll take a rain check on the pie. How’s your father?”

Lucy grimaced, a micro expression that left her face as quickly as it had come. “He’s … my father. Same guy, different day.”

“You still planning on going away to college?”

“I already have all my credits to graduate. I’m just marking time now at school and counting the days to freedom.”

“That’s great,” Kurt said. “You keep those grades up and you can write your own ticket in the world.”

Lucy smiled. “I plan to.”

“Order up,” Max Kinootzn, the owner and cook of Abigail’s Diner shouted from the kitchen.

“Gotta go,” she said.

“That goes for both of us.” Kurt checked his watch and stood up. He left half a cup of coffee sitting on the Formica countertop. He folded his newspaper, tucked it under his arm, and left Abigail’s Diner.