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the countertop, lost in her own world of daydreams. It was only when she heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat that she snapped to attention, mildly startled. Her surprise only continued when she found that the person standing in front of her was the woman she had just said goodbye to. Panicking, she started speaking rapidly, "Is something wrong? Did I overcharge you? I'm sorry I-"

The woman cut her off quickly, waving a hand dismissively. "Of course not, dear. I was only curious, since you seemed so interested in my life, well it's not often I get asked such questions. So it led me to wonder, just as I was leaving What is the most interesting thing that has happened to you," the woman paused, squinting as she examined Molly's nametag, "Molly? I know you're still quite young, but I figured it was worth a shot."

Molly stood, slightly stunned by the woman's attention and genuine interest in her life. She had never been in this situation before, one where her own inquiry had been turned onto herself. However, despite never having considered answering her own question, she knew her answer immediately. Slightly guarded, she delivered a warning to the old woman.

"It's quite a long story, I wouldn't want to hold you up," she said evasively, absentmindedly twisting the rag she had been using to clean. She studied the woman's wrinkled face, watching as her withered lips turned upwards in a smile.

"As if I have someplace to be!" she laughed, "Oh honey, I have all day. Let me pull up a chair and you can tell me, if you like." Smilingly grimly, Molly nodded and composed herself as the woman noisily dragged one of the wooden chairs over towards the counter. Though she felt uneasy about sharing her story, Molly felt as though she somewhat owed it to this woman to be honest. After all, how often had she herself elicited lengthy tales of personal experiences from the customers she served? It would seem hypocritical to refuse to share her own story when asked. "Go on then," the woman urged, perched expectantly in her chair. Sighing, Molly stared intently at her hands as she recalled the familiar memory.

"Well, you see, it all happened this past spring. Everything was going along rather typically, I was doing well in school, had a good group of friends I suppose I was fairly content with my life, if a little bored by the repetitive monotony. But I assumed that was how it was supposed to be; after all I was only a junior in high school, I couldn't expect

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