The bartender clasped a hand on my shoulder. “Thank you for doing that. Shit. I panicked. I can’t believe I blurted out about her job when her life was in danger.” “No problem.” I turned to smile at him, standing up. “People say weird stuff when they’re stressed.” “Are you a nurse or something?” He eyed me curiously. “Nope. Worked in restaurants my whole life, actually.” “So how did you know how to do…it?” He looked confused. “What, CPR?” I chuckled. “I took a course before I had my daughter. You know, just in case.” He nodded. “Well, suffice it to say, your drink and your cake are on the
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