12-19-2009, 12:34 PM
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Business was booming at Lang Diner on Thursday night. It seems word had spread quickly that a certain member of biggest scandal in the history of Destiny had returned. There wasn’t an empty booth in the establishment, even the old counter stools were filled to capacity. Sam was so busy topping off coffee cups that she hadn’t paid any attention to the clang of the bell as the latest patron walked in, nor had she noticed the sudden silence that followed. That is until she glanced up to give a welcome smile and froze. Her heart skipped a beat for just an instant when her eyes collided with her husbands oldest brother. She gasped when she realized that the coffee she was pouring had overflowed, filling the saucer and spilling onto the counter. She slammed the pot down and ripped the rag from her apron, apologizing profusely to a local rancher. The silence in the diner was intense and Sam was certain she could feel everyones eyes on her. She raised her head and stared across the small resturaunt. Anger flickered when each person in the diner lowered their eyes to plates of half eaten meals. Ms. Priddy, a retired school teacher, ran her finger along the edge of the wooden booth she sat in, as if she were inspecting the flowery tooling that had been hand crafted into the old benches. Her husband pulled a hankerchief from his pocket and polished his old black plastic framed glasses. The Howards were suddenly enthralled by a map that was printed on the paper placemat at their table and Frank Beading, fire chief, was suddenly staring at something outside the pain glass window that lined the streets of Destiny. She finished wiping the wooden counter and fumbled underneath for a glass. The Camerons were born and bread true Southerners. Sweet tea was their drink of choice and everyone knew that Lorretta Lang made the best sweet tea this side of the highway. Her hands were shaking so badly it was all she could do to pour the golden brown liquid into the glass. Taggart was behind her, she could feel him. He took the glass from her hand. He grabbed a disposable cup and dumped the tea into it before taking a plastic top and a straw.
"Let's go for a walk." His voice was barely above a whisper. He took her hand and pulled her out the door, not even waiting for her to remove her apron. The door clanged behind them as they headed down main street. It wasn't until they crossed the street at the corner that he dropped her hand. Because he was so much taller then her his stride long enough that she couldn't keep up close enough to see the expression on his face. When they reached the park he slowed his pace and settled on a bench near the duck pond motioning for her to take a seat next to her. She sat, head hung low, to ashamed to make eye contact.
"I heard you were back." He said quietly. She shrugged.
"I heard you went by the high school looking for a job." He added.
"they have an opening." She stated.
"I heard you are living with your parents." Her head shot up.
"You heard alot." She snapped, shooting him a glare and really looking at him for the first time. There was no anger in his face at all, only compassion and caring. He was concerned.
"How's that going for you?" He asked. "Living with your parents?"
"It's temporary." She told him.
He patted her knee before reaching into his pocket and handing her a key. "The rental is empty and none of us have the time to deal with it."