That same somewhere else in Missouri- Thursday
When the uniform they gave Annie still had the nametag attached, she'd kept it on for some reason she couldn't explain. Well, that wasn't true. It was because if her nametag said "FLO," people were going to call her Flo.
And thus, she was Flo. She had a backstory all in her head, too. Flo, short for Florence, of course, and named for a grandmother she hardly knew but had hidden Jews from the Nazis in World War II and was therefore a heroine, was a sassy little thing that said things like "Kiss my grits" and slap men's hands if they tried to get handsy. Not that any men had tried to get handsy in the last day, but if they did, Flo would take care of it.
There was no life outside this diner. There never had been. There never would be. There was only this diner. There was only Flo.
...Yeah, she'd been here all day. Don't question the strength of her imagination, you will lose.
And thus, she was Flo. She had a backstory all in her head, too. Flo, short for Florence, of course, and named for a grandmother she hardly knew but had hidden Jews from the Nazis in World War II and was therefore a heroine, was a sassy little thing that said things like "Kiss my grits" and slap men's hands if they tried to get handsy. Not that any men had tried to get handsy in the last day, but if they did, Flo would take care of it.
There was no life outside this diner. There never had been. There never would be. There was only this diner. There was only Flo.
...Yeah, she'd been here all day. Don't question the strength of her imagination, you will lose.