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The diner was packed that afternoon; not an empty seat to be had. I was glad I made a reservation. I took the first bite of my Greek salad when I looked up and saw her. She was a vision; tall, model thin with long curly dark hair, blue eyes and the face of an angel-with freckles. She was internet video chat a young stressed as Freddy told her there would be about a fifteen minute wait to be seated.
“But, I only have a half hour lunch,” she said with considerable desperation in her voice. “And, I’m starving.” Freddy shrugged hopelessly.
I saw an opportunity, so I spoke to her when she looked my way. “I’d be glad to share my table with you, miss.”
Her face lit up and she walked my way, taking the seat opposite mine in the booth.
“You are a lifesaver. I was beginning to think, I would have to go hungry today. This place is mobbed. Thank you so much.”
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“Nice to meet you, Curt, though I always hate to answer that question.”
“Why would that be?, I inquired.”
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“Well, you don’t look anything like a boy to me. What do people call you?” She blushed.
“Around the house, my family calls me Wally. But, I shortened that to Ally when I was about six. |
