Another installment from Heartbreak Hill:
Tara squeezed Leslie’s shoulder. The bell on the front door rang and Tara glanced down the hallway wondering how Mark was able to arrive so quickly. But it wasn’t Mark.
A lanky, sandy haired man on crutches elbowed his way through the door, alternating between pushing the glass door open and inching his crutches forward. He wore a red windbreaker with ‘Lakeshore Track Club’ embroidered on the chest. Clutched between his left hand and the handle of his crutch was a wad of papers. It wasn’t the worst presentation of receipts she’d seen in the last three months, but it would make the top ten.
She experienced a brief wave of deva vu. A flash of his face in the dark and laughing. Had she seen him before somewhere? His physique didn’t match any of the arena football players she had been in contact with. Surely the strange bend in his nose would stood out enough in her memory. It gave him a reckless air that she found appealing. And the Ladies did owe her a favor.
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