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George walked out of the waffle House holding Daisy's post-it in her hand. Thoughts raced through her head in a frenzy about Daisy's reaction. It was not like Daisy to act so strange. What was going on with her? Why did she freak out over that little fire? Did her behaviour have anything to do with the nightmare that she had last night?

George zippered up her jacket and put her hands in her pockets as a cold gust of wind hit her. It was starting to snow. George looked around for Daisy.But she was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't have gone that far. Besides, she had no way to get home.. Unless of course she walked, which was unlikely.

"Daisy?" George called. No one answered. Another gust of wind and snow hit her.George shivered. She went back into the Waffle House. She walked over to the booth where Roxy and Rube were still sitting. Rube looked up at George and frowned.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"I don't know Rube. I was just out there looking for her if you didn't notice!" She said.

"I noticed." he nodded..

George slid back into the booth. She unzipped her jacket, and put Daisy's Post-it on the table. Just then Daisy walked over to the booth and slid in beside George.

"Where were you?" Asked Rube.

"I went to get a breath of fresh air. The smoke was giving me a bit of a headache." Said Daisy.

"Was it now?" Rube looked at her with a look of skepticism.

"Yes." Daisy, determined, matched his stare with her own, but it quickly faltered and her gaze fell to the table in front of her.

Rube clasped his hands together on the table and looked at George and Roxy.

"George, Roxy. Shouldn't you be getting to your reaps now?" Asked Rube, hinting strongly that they should both leave immediately. They took the hint.

"Yeah. I guess I'd better be going." Said Roxy.

"Yes, I'm going to go and see if Mason's home yet." Said George as she got up out of the booth. "See ya Daisy."

Daisy started to get up as well. "I think I should leave too Rube. Gotta do my reap..do my job."

"Not so fast Daisy. Sit down." Said Rube, motioning with his hand at the seat.

Daisy sighed and sat down. "What is this about?"

"Oh I think you already know." said Rube. "George told me that you had a nightmare last night . And I saw the way you reacted to the fire Mason-"

"So I don't like fires! It's...understandable..all things considered. You wouldn't like fires either! Especially if you had...if-if you.."

Daisy found it difficult to continue her phrase. The lump her throat, and the knot in her stomach made it too difficult to talk. She looked down and shut her eyes against a wave of tears that threatened to shatter her carefully placed composure. Rube reached over and touched her hand reassuringly.

"Daisy, this wouldn't have to do with the fact the your death anniversary is less than two days away would it?" asked Rube.

Daisy's head snapped up to look at him. 'How does he know when my death anniversary is? Does anybody else know?' she thought to herself.

She was at a loss for words. What could she say? She didn't want to say 'yes.'She didn't want anyone else to know. She was tired of having to deal with it year after year. But that's why she bottled her feelings away, she did every year, she wouldn't let her grief get the best of her this year. She was an actress! Nobody else had to know. But she wasn't an idiot. Daisy knew that Rube was smart, and oddly intuitive. So saying 'no' would only show how much it really was affecting her.

Daisy shrugged "I don't know Rube.." She put her jacket on and picked up her purse.

"I-I really have to go." she said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Daisy I want you to take the next few days off. I'll deal with your reaps."

Daisy gave a slight, but grateful smile and nodded. She handed him her post-it, and then left the waffle house.