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Time Allocation
Don’t Waste Any!
Griff was not a quitter. That’s what he usually told people about a day before he quit. Like now at the bar where he’s telling people about how those other people forced him to quit back at the rendering plant. Made him quit a perfectly good union job no less.
Jane nursed her vodka and cranberry juice listening to this loser at the other end of the bar going on and on about all the injustices done him. She knew the type. She also could practically do a countdown to him summoning the barmaid and smiling that smile. The smile that said it knew things about her. God, would she never tire of making that smile a liar? In a word, no.
She glanced up at the clock, figuring exactly how long she had to waste on this dolt and then nodded.
When Griff came to the next day, he couldn’t tell if it was first light or last light. What in the ever-loving hell? He tried to sit up and abandoned that idea right quick when his head did that balloon thing. Ok. Ok. First question: where was he? This was not his room. Second question: was he alone? Looked like it. Moving cautiously, he managed to sit upright and determine that the pants he was in were indeed his. Finally some good news. He looked around. Motel room. Not too cheap, not too nice.
