I look at myselfin the mirror and say "Hello! I am Mrs. Mary Miller." The face in themirror says the same thing back to me, and nods her head as if to... sayyes, that is definitely who she is.I go quietly to the kitchen. There is the pop tart on the table, lookingcold and boring. I want a hot breakfast.I do not know how to cook eggs or bacon, but I can make toast. You haveto be careful not to get burnt. I get a plate and table knife out of thedish drainer, and a tub of butter from the fridge. I. "I'll put you in the kitchen for the lunch rush while the shifts overlap and then outside later. Does that suit?" Because of the extra workload over lunch, the morning shift overlapped with the afternoon shift to provide additional cover for the busy lunch period."That's fine Sylvia." Jane knew that putting her in the kitchen would allow someone from the morning shift to get a turn outside rather than being stuck inside for her entire shift. It was the kind of detail that Sylvia was good at.. “Will, can you do any more rounds or do you have to take a breather? There’s no shame in it,” I challenged the man, who grinned at me and pointed to Cheryl.“One more round at least. Can I have her? I remember her from your visit to the registrar and I’ve desired her ever since,” Will requested, making Cheryl blush and smile broadly in spite of herself.“Alright, Cheryl, come rock this man’s world!” I ordered Cheryl, who licked her lips with anticipation and didn’t let the guy get up before she. Mom and Dad finished the bottle while they stuck around watching the party on television for most of the next hour but said their good nights shortly before midnight. I turned off the TV not long after they left, headed for my own bed. I brushed my teeth and got dressed for bed, then propped myself up in bed with my phone to wait for midnight, so I could text Katie and tell her happy New Year and that I love her.Just before twelve, I could hear my parents start fucking in their room. I chuckled.