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including the waiter who had returned with the drinks. He snickered and said, “Sorry. That wasn’t meant for everyone.”
                  The guy took the breakfast order and if there was any doubt about whether or not Bruce King cared if his sister knew about them it was erased when he said, “You don’t want blueberries? After that fuss you made last night.”
                  She could feel her entire body warm. “I had blueberries last night. I don’t want them again this morning.”
                  She was only talking about the pancakes, but because she was looking at him she knew he thought she was talking about him. “I wish you would have told me that.”
                  Harmony looked from Bruce to Dagney and then to Foster. They were interested because she was sure they were wondering if the disappointment was over actual blueberries or if they had become a metaphor for something else. Fuck it. She had nothing to lose. Dagney was leaving in a month. Foster probably didn’t know she existed before yesterday, and Bruce, Bruce King was sulking.
                  He was sitting to her left. She took the seat to be on his right intentionally for that very reason. Her hand reached over to his arm and touched it. “I don’t like to eat the same meal twice in a row. I did that so often when I was broke and in college I refuse to do it now. I am still navigating the use of this left hand and don’t want to make a mess with anything else, so I got regular pancakes. I don’t really want to eat them either, but it is a compromise.”
                  “What did you want to eat?” he asked.
                  “Biscuits and gravy.” She hadn’t even completed the words before he was on his feet and heading into the restaurant. It was a kind gesture. It also left her facing his sister alone. “He stopped by with flowers to apologize and he…uh, made me pancakes for dinner.”
                  Foster had a cheeky grin before saying, “You pay for all pancakes with knickers?”
                  “What?” It was amazing how the man could sing in English and without an accent. She could barely understand him when he said anything else. She looked at Dagney for explanation. Her face had a hint of blush in it.
                  “We know.” Dagney got straight to business.
                  “He told you?” She was a little mad at him now. What she did with him was her business not fodder for conversation.
                  “No. I felt bad that I told him I was moving in with Foster. We came back to the house. He wasn’t there. I tried calling him. I got worried. I was waiting up when he came strolling in at three in the morning twirling your panties on one of his fingers,” she had said it all so matter of fact like.
                  “I…don’t know what to say.” Harmony wasn’t sure how she felt about all this. “Why did you invite me to breakfast?’
                  Dagney looked at the man who was walking out of the restaurant and said, “Because he asked me to.”
     
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                  Harmony had done a decent job of wounding his ego and his pride within a short period of time. She didn’t look at him, talk to him, or even acknowledge he was there next to her. She didn’t want pancakes but was ordering them because she didn’t want to ask for help if she needed it. He watched her fight through the ones he made her last night because she insisted she needed to learn. Her cast didn’t stop at her wrist; it was all the way up to the knuckles on her fingers so she couldn’t bend them.
                  When he returned to the table after changing her breakfast order, he noticed the vibe of the table had changed from a little awkward to downright uncomfortable. Except for Foster, who didn’t seem to be fazed by