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A Very Understanding Girl
In a Black Dress
She rushed home from her errands. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, but she didn’t want to be late. She grabbed the tiniest snack and turned on the shower. She knew she was cutting it close, but got ready as quickly as she could.
She lit candles, turned on music, and quickly straightened the house. She ran back upstairs and finished getting ready.
She mocked herself for being a typical chick — dissatisfied with her first outfit, she tossed it on the floor, and pulled out the long black dress that’s effortlessly sexy.
Only 5 minutes late!
She thought about eating, but had already brushed her teeth. Maybe vacuum, something productive? No, not enough time. He’d be there any minute.
When he was 20 minutes late, she finally grew concerned. Their time was already so limited.
Oh. He hadn’t even left yet. His office is so far. Perhaps she needed to prepare herself emotionally for the disappointment that he wouldn’t come after all.
She heard nothing else.
What to do?
She tried to wait patiently in her long black dress.
At what point does she look like a fool, like a doormat?
