by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 1, 2025 | Memories
“I’ll take the sirloin steak, I guess.” “Hamburger?” Dennis asked with disdain. “You’re going to get a hamburger?” His parents had invited us to an Italian restaurant in Manhattan to celebrate our engagement. The restaurant was far more elegant than any I was... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 18, 2024 | Memories
I hadn’t expected him to order coffee. No one ever did. I’d been working the midday shift at Charlie Goodnights for a week by then. In fact, hardly anyone bothered to stop by the bar on Hillsborough Street before 7:00 pm. My shift ended at 8:00. Mostly I spent my time...
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