The waitress serving the wedding party was a short young blonde. She took their orders efficiently and delivered everyone’s food correctly. "Ifonly she knew my story," Melora mused. then she thought again, "Better yet,maybe she’s in the middle of her own story." Who knew what things might havehappened already on the island to this typical college-age waitress.
Marie Zhuikov, Plover Landing
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