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A Day At A Table

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Monday I walked into the club a few minutes after two to find Jack sitting at a table close to the stage. He had a mixed drink in front of him, and in front of the empty chair was a glass of red wine. I sat down. “For me?” I smiled sweetly, picking up the drink and taking a sip. “Of course. It’s five o’clock somewhere.” “You’re so original, Jack,” I teased. “Are any of the dancers here yet?” “I didn’t tell them to come in until 3:00.” “Okay,” I said, looking down at the table, trying to remember if I had misunderstood what time he wanted me to come in. I realized I hadn’t based on the fact that he was sitting here waiting for me when I arrived, and drinks were already on the table. “Why did you tell me to come at 2:00 then?” “I just wanted to have a talk with you while nobody else is around. It’s about Angel. I know you guys are becoming good friends, but it seems like she’s gotten awfully protective of you all of a sudden.” “Up until now, that’s been a good thing,” I admitted. “She helped me after I got cornered by Starr and her friends. But lately she’s been really short with me. She’s had an attitude off and on.” “I’ve noticed.” He paused for a minute, and seemed to be considering what to say next. “I think Angel may have a little bit of a crush on you.” My mouth gaped open at him. “You’re crazy! Why would you think that?” “That’s why I asked you to come here early. This isn’t the first time I have seen Angel act this way. A few months back, there was a

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