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Liaison, Pt. 6 of 6. A little later, Jill Rustane finished having her car fueled and drove into the business section of the town. She had recently finished an extended shift at the general store and wanted to relax some place for awhile, but the unseasonable weather greatly alleviated normal nightly activity about the area. She reasoned that she would be too well-noticed in a bar alone and then thought a swim at the "Y" would be ideal. Considering how bad she felt mentally and physically, a pampering by soothing water was exactly what she needed.
She drove on a few more minutes to the new exercise center, parked in front of it, and was bewildered by the bleak vacancy around. From her position, lights could be seen inside the building, but the absence of people and a heavy drizzle falling made the night seem eerie, foreboding.
Liaison, Pt. 5 of 6. Gail nervously scratched an itch behind her right ear and brushed the sides of her pants off when the table was set. She turned the stove off and looked out the kitchen window a third time -- only to see nobody. Her youngest son noticed the delay with supper by the prancing she did around him and said, "Mommy, can we eat yet? I'm hungry."
She set the sandwiches on the table then and replied, "Here. Go ahead and help yourself, Samuel. It looks like I'll have to go outside and get your sisters."
"Are they lost?"
She shook her head in frustration but maintained a faint smile. "No. I don't think so."
Gail poured him a g
Liaison, Pt. 2 of 6. Dave sped away from the convenience store showing more anger than he really had. An oncoming car from the direction of the lake stopped fast to give him ample room to similarly turn out of the parking lot anyway. He still was not in any mood for something else to get in his way. The further he drove back into town, the more despair pervaded his emotional status. Trust, the most basic element of their agreeable chemistry was effectively lost, and it made him hurt in a way that he never before did. Tears welled up in his eyes upon getting there, and he thought, "What a hell of a way to get dumped."
His sight of other people on the busier streets of Fleeceburg shortly brought forth a new but typical idea in him to beat the blues of a broken heart -- go networking. However, the recollection of his previous
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