"I'm really sorry, I'm still on my shift," I explain. "I'd be leaving this place high and dry if I took off. I can give you my email address, if that helps?" Not my phone number. Spam emails I could easily send to the void; spam phone calls would be a bit harder to ignore. More than anything, I need her out of the cafe. The few remaining patrons are starting to look up from their smartphones and newspapers, wondering just as me what kind of business an impeccably dressed businesswoman has in Sal's Sweets. Or in the outskirts of Milwaukee, period.
Popular Reviews