Kiran was there that night too, behind the counter, idly sitting yet waiting eagerly for the manager to come and close the café, then to go home and ...leep as she had a long day next. Kiran sighed slight and yawned as she looked at her wristwatch again. Thinking, “10 minute more to go, than one more boring day comes to an end.”As she expected none to come in the café and ask for a coffee, she started packing up to leave. Her hand moved to her small shiny nametag, hanging top left at her skimpy. The lights were fluorescent and all in rows across the ceiling. The floor was as clean as my room at Granny’s house – and I started exploring.I had my hand on my .45, with it still stuck down in my waist as I took my first three steps. There was one hell of a racket behind me and I whirled with my gun in my hand to see a large air compressor in the corner.It had just kicked on and scared the living shit out of me when it roared to life!I looked for the switch and found it. It was the last one. So often, you have no idea whats real and whats fake. Its not like that in Dexter, not at all. Just as we got to a pair of trashcans set of the sidewalk, he tossed the cup inside. That was the reason he had picked it up, to put it in its proper place. To clean up. My heart decided to thump an extra beat. So… uh… Words temporarily forgot how to form. I took a deep breath. You have any brothers or sisters in Dexter, Georgia? We were getting close to his apartment again, less than a mile off. I. My mother took it hard, and was pretty depressed. A couple of years later I began to feel strange. My mother's depression was becoming my own. I wasn't not sure why, but somehow I knew my feelings of dread and hopelessness were not my own. There were that of my mother's. I have always been a happy and optimistic guy, and bearing the brunt of my mother's deep depression had taken its toll on me. Not knowing what else to do I tried willing it away. The harder I thought about it, the less.