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taking a few steps back and bringing her fist up to her mouth. Her almond colored eyes seem to be brighter when she laughs.
    I blow a hard sigh of relief and wipe my forehead. “Thank God.” I shake my head with displaying a nervous smile.
    “I know what you mean though. I get it all the time.” She sits down across from me. “The ladies here are half my age. But I like it here. I work here because it’s off campus. And the vegan smoothie place I put an application at didn’t hire me.”
    We all laugh. “That’s exactly what I was trying to say. So what brings you here? Nobody from campus is ever caught dead here.”
    “That’s why we’re here.”
    “The place is a truckers watering hole. And a meeting place for husbands cheating on their wives with mistresses,” Chase says.
    “I bet they only use cash too,” I say.
    “They do! We’re finally getting a debit card machine in here next week. Talk about fucking prehistoric. I guess it adds to the nostalgia factor or whatever. Route 66 shit.”
    Deb whizzes past the table. A rush of Marlboro reds rush into my nostrils. “Hey darlin,” she says doubling back to the table.”
    “Hey, how are you? Slow night huh?”
    “Yeah, give it around 2am and this place’ll be hoppin’. Good to see you again. Everyone here thought you were an escaped convict the way you darted outta here the other night.” She winks at me and jets to the back.
    “You were here the other night?” Chase asks.
    I nod. “You must’ve had to some really deep shit on your mind then to come all the way out here,” Kim says.
    I nod again.
    A gentleman in a tuxedo, with his bowtie undone around his neck bursts through the door. His face is disheveled.
    “Welp. I’m up.” She smiles at me. “I forgot to ask you. How is the support group treating you. You liking it so far?”
    “I was nervous about the whole thing, but I’ve come around to like it.”
    “You’ll like it even more then as time we go along. We just don’t sit around holding hands listening to Ani Defranco or Cat Power songs and talk about our issues. Amy does a lot of stuff on campus and in the community. Food drives and stuff like that.”
    “That sounds pretty cool,” Chase says.
    “That’s awesome. I’d love to help out any way I can.”
    “This Friday Amy is putting holding a demonstration outside of the Theta house.” Her body hitches as soon as she says the word Theta as if she didn’t mean to say it. So does mine. I lean back in my seat, trying not to have flashbacks of that Friday night. Kim looks visibly disturbed, avoiding eye contact with me. Chase studies the both of us, his eyes squinting.
    “You okay?” I ask the question, not knowing the details but already knowing the answer. She and that house have history. A history that she’d like to remain buried. It’s a history that has her coming to the group. Whatever it is, she’s not letting on.
    “I’m fine. I gotta go grab that customer.”
    I hate to pry. But I have to know what happened. That house has done a lot of damage to women on his campus, not just to me but also to countless other girls. I’m sure.
    “Did something happen to you there?” She inches out of the booth, still her attention is away from mine.
    “You guys enjoy your meal.” She walks towards the booth where the man in the black tux is sitting and pulls out her notepad. She flashes a smile at him, changing her tone the demeanor she had with me instantly.
    “Fucking Thetas man. Dirtbags.” He gazes out window and pounds his fist on the table, my coffee spilling over the rim of the cup. He falls back into the booth. “We have to do something.”
    “Chase I don’t know what to do” I say.
    “You have to go to the police. The both of you. That monster is out there right now probably about to destroy another girl’s life.”
    Chase is right. To know that someone else had been victimized at that house too leaves a sour taste in my mouth. We sit there, silent, my