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date. I need to get home to my daughter,” I said.
                  I knew she and Mrs. Franklin were probably asleep, but I didn’t know how I felt about this guy. I had only attempted dating twice since my husband died. Both times had been horrible experiences.
                  “Oh, you have a daughter? That’s nice,” he said.
                  “Yes, she is eleven,” I said. “Have a good night.”
                  I started to keep walking.
                  “Would you like to have dinner one night that you are off? Or we could get lunch while your daughter is at school,” he offered.
                  “That’s very sweet, but I have to pass,” I replied.
                  “Well, if you change your mind. I’ll be around. I recently found a local restaurant I really like. Good food. Nice staff. A really attractive server I think I have a bit of a crush on,” he said, giving me one more smile.
                  I smiled back, and we each went on our way.
                  We closed an hour later on the weekend, so I got home around midnight. Regina was watching TV waiting for me. Mrs. Franklin was asleep in the chair this time.
                  “Hi, sweetie,” I said.
                  “Hey, Momma. How was work?” Regina asked.
                  “Okay, I have a new customer. Big tipper with a big crush,” I said. “How was school?”
                  “Fine. I need to get a poster this weekend. I have a new project in history that will be due in three weeks,” she said. “Tell me about your customer. Is he nice looking? What did he order?”
                  “He is handsome. Yesterday he had the pulled pork special; today he had a waffle at my suggestion. Why do you care?” I asked, giving her my best tell-Momma-the-truth face.
                  “Well, you need to get our more besides work. Plus, normally on Fridays you come in and when I ask about work you talk about it being exhausting. Tonight you talked about a customer with a crush,” she said.
                  She paid too much attention for a girl her age.
                  “Well, I will get out plenty when you go to college,” I said.
                  I went to my room to change cloths and she followed me, still talking.
                  “We have a few years before then, and you need a boyfriend now. Our teacher was mean at the beginning of the year, but over Christmas she got a boyfriend. She’s still a good teacher, but she is more relaxed now. You need a boyfriend to help you relax,” Regina continued.
                  “Is that so?”
                  “Yes, you worked hard when Daddy was alive, but he always seemed to relax you, too,” she said.
                  I stood looking in the mirror for a moment once I put on my night shirt.
                  “You okay, Momma?” Regina asked.             
                  “Yes, I was just thinking about what to wear to work tomorrow. Saturday is fewer people, but larger tickets. Families come in the morning; families and couples on dates come in the evening,” I said.
                  Really I was thinking about what she had said, and Mitch’s invitation.
                  “Well, I think you should wear your black pencil skirt tomorrow with your white scoop-neck top. I know you just wore it, but it looks good on you,” she said. “Night, Momma.”
                  She hopped across the bed to kiss my cheek. Then she went to her own room. As I passed through the living room to the kitchen, Mrs. Franklin began folding the blanket she was sleeping under and gathering her things to go to her own house.
                  “Thanks again, Mrs. Franklin,” I