“I couldn’t have been down there more than ten minutes when I heard footsteps and a voice.
“I just want to bring him some food.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.”
“Shut up, Duke.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, not to use my name?”
When she pulled off the blindfold, I shook my head. It was the woman from Atlanta. She looked older, but it was her alright. She didn’t say anything at first. She placed down beside me a blue plastic serving tray. On it was a cup of coffee. Black. There was a small bowl of sugar, and a cup of milk. A plate with what looked like a taco.
“I didn’t know if you liked your coffee black, with or without sugar? I’m usually pretty good with what you like.”
What planet was this woman on?
“If you knew what I liked, you wouldn’t have me in these chains.”
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