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behind the counter and then back
down to the pig who seemed dazed from having his head smashed into a table. He
spoke out -

“Apologize to the lady who worked hard preparing your food or get the hell out
of this place and never come back.” With that the man left and the guy who
defended me lifted his hat in a bowing manner and then exited too.
    Miss Cathy told me his name was John,
she didn’t know much more but she said she’d served him a few times whenever he
was coming through town. It was the first time anyone had ever stood up for me
that way.
    Oh I hope I do see him again. His blue
eyes and dark hair sitting atop that pale body. Please let me see him again,
I’d very much like to thank him.
    February 6 th 1982
    It’s been ten long yet peaceful days
since I saw John. Thanks to his little show there have been no more remarks
from new or old customers. Miss Cathy informed me a few of her friends heard of
the show and they were all coming in to see the hero himself. She said it was
good for business so I guess everyone won. I felt like I was starting to belong
somewhere – although I was sleeping in a tiny room three doors down from the
diner and I spent all my time working. Still, it was something that I was
enjoying. I’d even made friends with a few of the regulars. Housewives who
loved to share explicit stories about their husbands with anyone who would
listen, it was nice to feel like a part of a community for once… I think I
finally found a place to call home.
    The diner was hardly the place for
ladies; these were women of the working class. Most of them did stay at home,
most of them cared for children yet without fail at lunch-time everyday they’d
find an escape and open their not-so-lady-like mouths as they swayed on bar
stools and turned into teenagers again. Miss Cathy really did make this place
feel like home – and not just to me.
    It was on this particular evening that
someone brought up useful information about John.
    “I know that boy.” A tall, skinny-blonde
with a strong Texas accent and who looked far too classy broke out with the
announcement to the whole of the diner.
    I’d never seen her in the diner before,
I didn’t see her come in with anyone either. Her proud presence and wealthy
look made me come to the conclusion she was only there to talk about the ‘hero’
that she claimed to know.

Suddenly everyone was asking her thousands of questions to which she replied -
“Calm down ladies, one at a time please. Let me explain how I know the hero –
my husband.” When those words left her mouth I felt like a thousand needles had
ripped through my skin.

Why did those words hurt me so? I didn’t even know the man…
    March 1 st 1982

Today I am filled with rage.

Mrs John, blonde and rich came into the diner today looking to stir up more
gossip about her husband just when everyone had stopped speaking about it. She
spouted out a thousand stories of their wealthy life together and how they were
‘always kind to the maids’ who happened to be dark-skinned. She even went as
far as to accuse her own man of sleeping with a ‘black’ behind her back but
she’d forgive him because her maids are ‘obviously whores’

There was something she said that made me want to spit in her drink. Something
so insensitive and harsh.
    “I don’t know if these maids expect John
to have five wives like they do where they’re from but here in the U.S we have
dignity.” Miss Cathy had to hold me back from throwing hot coffee in her face.
I’ve never hated someone so much – why would John be married to her?

I don’t believe her at all. I know he wouldn’t do that… I know he is a man of
compassion. I’ve seen it. 
    March 10 th 1982

Dear Diary…

Today the most marvellous of all things happened. I’m shaking as I write this
in your tear-soaked pages. These are not sad tears though, they’re of joy and
wonder and amazement.
    As I worked my shift, laughing at the
local gossip and