“Two Manhattans, and make it snappy, girl.” Her sneering tone was too much for me. “Are you having a bad day?” I shot back. “Or are you always a hag?” Aaron choked on his drink. I knew I was losing it, but my temper was pulsing and I couldn’t remember the definition of “self-control.” “Excuse me?” the woman gasped. “Please. It’s an amazing word used by civilized people everywhere. You should try it sometime.” Her mouth opened, then closed. I folded my arms and waited. “Two Manhattans, please.” I slammed a pair of martini glasses onto the mats, then turned around to check my phone for the
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