“Maybe they want a fresh start.”
Betty laughed softly.
“People change.”
“You can’t erase the past.”
“No,” I said. “You can’t.”
That was when she noticed my name tag.
***
Now, she was crying behind a locked stall door.
The old Leah would’ve rushed over. She would’ve knocked three times, apologized, and asked what she’d done wrong.
“You can’t erase the past.”
This Leah turned on the faucet and washed her hands.
“Betty?”
“Please leave.”
“No.”
“Leah, I can’t do this.”
“You’re the one who ran into a stall.”
I faced the door.
“Please leave.”
“I’m not going to ask three times. You can tell me, or I can leave.”
“Wait.”
