A HEART THAT SHARED (standard:drama, 1505 words)
Author: Norma Milutin	Added: Nov 27 2000	Views/Reads: 3717/2420	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
a friend who shared a most important part of herself with her friend.

The night was very dark, and it looked like storms were rolling in from
the distance. Marge was a waitress at a local roadstop cafe right off 
the interstate. 

She worked the night shift, and liked it because there was hardly ever
anyone who stopped in that late at night. And Marge didn't feel very 
comfortable around people. 

About 5 years ago, Marge was in a terrible fire and one side of her face
was burned very bad. The surgeons did everything they could to repair 
the damage, but it was just to severly burned. It left great scars and 
made her left eye look higher than the right one. She was very 
self-conscious and didn't feel good around people.People always seemed 
to stare at her like she was a freak. 

She actually was a very lovely young woman before the accident, but it
was hard to tell now with all the disfiguring that had ahppened to her 
face. She preferred to be lonely over all the stares that people gave 
her. She hated the stares, and had almost become a recluse because of 
them. 

The disfigurment had caused her to be bitter and angry, most of the
time. She lived by herself, and stayed by herself except when she 
worked. The night shift was perfect for her, because there was hardly 
ever anyone around except the night cook, and he was near-sighted, so 
he didn't see the disfiguration very clearly. 

On this particular night, a young lady was driving home from work, when
the rain started to come down in big downpours. She looked off the 
interstate and saw a sign that said "Perry's Roadside Cafe". She 
decided to pull into this cafe and wait there until the rain had 
passed. She had never been to this little cafe before, even though she 
had passed it coming home from work for many years. For some reason 
tonight, the cafe just drew her to it. 

She went into the cafe and took a seat at a small table. She saw the
waitress behind the counter, but she had her back turned, filling salt 
shakers, so Jenny could not see her face, right then. Jenny waited for 
a few minutes, and the waitress didn't bother to acknowledge that she 
was there. Jenny finally said "excuse me, could i get a cup of coffee 
miss"? 

Marge started pouring the cup of coffee and took it to the table where
Jenny was sitting. Marge was thinking, to herself, here we go again 
with the stares. But, to her amazement, Jenny didn't give any reaction 
whatsoever, except to say "thank you for the coffee". The coffee was 
good and hot. Just what she needed after being in that cold rain 
tonight. Marge walked back behind the counter and finished filling the 
salt shakers. 

For some reason she was drawn to Jenny because she had not seemed
alarmed by her face. She went back to the table and asked Jenny if she 
could get her anything else. Jenny told her she was just waiting for 
the storm to blow over, and then she would be heading for home. The two 
women got to talking, and before they knew it an hour had past, and 
Jenny said she had to be going. They said goodbye and Jenny left. 

When Marge went home that night she thought of the kind lady she had met
tonight. She liked her, and wished she would come back again. It had 
been so long since she had really felt comfortable talking to anyone. 

As it was, the next night Jenny stopped in again after work for some
coffee. When Marge saw her she rushed right over to the table with a 
piping hot cup of coffee. They talked even longer this night. Time 
passed, and Jenny became a regular at the cafe. She really liked Mrge 
and enjoyed their talks. 

Marge was always looking for Jenny each night. It was the bright spot of
her day. In a matter of weeks they had become fast friends. They liked 
each others company very much. 

Then a couple of weeks went by and Jenny did not come to the cafe. Marge
was sad, as she had so looked forward to seeing Jenny every night. A 
couple of weeks later, Jenny appeared again one night. Marge was so 
happy to see her friend again. They hugged and sat down for a good 


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