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On her eighteenth birthday Jenny aged out of foster care and was facing homelessness, not that she'd ever had a real home to begin with, only a succession of houses to survive in and a series of guardians for parents. Some of her 'parents' didn't expect her to be a daughter, but rather a domestic servant, these were not the worse. The worse wanted her to do things that she was too young to understand, she was a quick study and learned to protect herself.
It was always the same, sometimes it was the 'father', sometimes the older 'brother', more than once it was both. Friendly smiles and pledges of good will would turn into leers and inappropriate offers. She learned to distrust the welcoming hand shakes and hugs that would eventually become uncomfortably intimate and make her feel queasy.
Shuffled between schools and neighbourhoods it was a miracle that Jenny was able to graduate high school at all. Her home was now a room at the hotel where she worked as a chambermaid. The job payed less than minimum wage but a room was included as part of the package. Jenny's room was one of those that hadn't been updated since the hotel had been a Holiday Inn, she kept it clean and did what she could to make it a home but it was still just a room in an old hotel. All the same Jenny was grateful for her room and to her employers, the Patel's, for a safe place of her own to live in.
Tonight was a bad night, the hotel was booked up with guests, overflowing with refugees from a norther native community who's village had been flooded out when an ice jam had prevented torrential spring rains from running off. Jenny tossed and turned, repeatedly flipping over her pillow to rest her face on the cool side. The pillow stayed hot no matter how many times she turned it over. There was too much racket to sleep, exuberant youths ran the hallways and Jenny could hear loud voices through the walls. In the next room a baby wailed and something pounded against the wall. The baby stopped screeching after the pounding ceased, Jenny hoped most fervently that these two things were unconnected.
Jenny sighed and sat up in her bed, there would be no sleep for her tonight. Through her window Jenny could see a diner's neon sign down the street, at this time of the night it would probably be more quiet there than in her room so she got dressed and set off into the night.
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Craig excelled in school, it was a sanctuary from his home and his parents. His mother treated him like a possession, more like an inconvenient pet than a son. She was disinterested and cold unless acquaintances or her church-friends were present, then she would lay on her attentive and loving mother of the year routine. What her son thought or felt mattered far less to her than the opinion of strangers.
Beaten down by his wife Craig's father deferred to his wife and mostly kept silent to avoid her scorn and criticism, he never understood that the word father was most important when used as a verb. The one and only time he ever stood up for his son was when Craig was not only accepted to all the universities he applied to but was offered substantial partial scholarships, not that he needed one.
Craig's late grandfather had set up a trust fund for Craig, it would put him through any university he chose, for any course of study he picked. If he didn't pursue a higher education he couldn't touch any of the funds until he turned twenty five. Craig's mother could taste the money, if he stayed home she would find a way get her hands on his inheritance, after all she would put it to better use. If Craig's granny had kept quiet he'd never have known about it to begin with.
His mothers insistence that further education would only be wasted on Craig only ended when Craig's father pointed out that Craig was now eighteen and could do as he pleased. Craig's mother decided to make the best of circumstances beyond her control and used Craig's opportunity to burnish her reputation at her church, boasting about her son's success and laying claim to all the credit for his hard work.
For Craig moving from a mansion into a cramped apartment was like being reborn, even his roommate's party life style was easier to live with than had been his parents. His mother only allowed him the luxury of his own, albeit shared place, because she couldn't stop him, He could even afford to buy his own car, mother wasn't pleased.
Tonight was, as most nights were, another party night for his roommate and Craig couldn't sleep. Blaring music was one thing but raucous recreation with random girls was another. The walls of their small apartment were just to thin to allow for any privacy. Craig sandwiched his head between the mattress and his pillow in an attempt to block out the banging on his wall.
Craig sighed and sat up in is bed, there would be no sleep for him tonight. Through his window Craig could see a diner's neon sign down the street, at this time of the night it would probably be more quiet there than in his room so he got dressed and set off into the night.
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Marla wondered why the owner kept the diner open this late during the week, the only customers they had were drunks that didn't spend much, and cops that didn't pay much, some of them paid nothing at all. Sure, they drank coffee, they just expected it for free, like their mere presence in the shop was payment enough. Marla didn't care if they paid for their coffee or not, she did care that since they didn't pay they certainly wouldn't tip. Did they not understand that if they wouldn't tip for good service they should at least tip to keep spit out of their drinks?
A constable who was taking too long to order asked if the meat loaf was as good as it had been two weeks ago. "Should be, same meatloaf," Marla drawled. He ordered a grilled cheese instead.
Tonight was slower than usual, good Marla thought, she could keep off her feet for a change. Just as Marla was about to sit and relax the chambermaid from 'The Luxury Lodge' walked in, Marla had always thought her uniform made her look like a big grey band-aid. She only came in when the hotel was too noisy for sleep and she was an undemanding customer. Marla waved her onto one of the stools at the counter, less walking for her. Before the door could shut a bleary eyed young man, probably a student, pushed it wide, Marla motioned him over to the counter too and he seated himself two stools down from the 'band aid' girl'.
Marla stood behind the counter between her two customers and made small talk, the prospect of large tips from either of them was nil but every bit counted. She had been right, 'Bleary Eyes' was a student, not that she had any interest beyond how much change he left when he did. It turned out that he and 'Band-aid' were both escaping sleepless nights. She thought it was sad that they would rather be in this crummy diner than in their own beds, not that she really cared.
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Craig gazed sidelong at the girl in the mirror behind the lunch-counter, she was hauntingly beautiful but seemed shrouded in a forlorn cloak of tragic sadness. She wore a shapeless grey uniform, it's plainness only called attention to her beauty. He tried to read her name tag but the combination of the mirrored text and it's small size made that impossible. During a stolen glance Craig saw Jenny looking back, they both froze, each trapped by the others reflection. Smiles broke the mirrors spell and when they turned to look at one another, neither could speak, or had to.