“Hey, look at the time!” Leigh said. “Lunch is almost over. You’ve got to get back to work, huh?”
“Not really,” Angela said. “I can set all the clocks in the building back a bit and stick around longer.”
“I used to do that all the time in high school,” she said. “The principal had to set up a sundial. They thought the place was haunted by an evil spirit.”
“It was,” Judith said.
Leigh stuck her tongue out at her aunt.
“So I guess that’s a no to our match, then?” Angela asked.
“It’s a rain check,” Leigh replied, packing up the chess board. “I’ll take you down next time.”
“You’ll try,” Angela said.
“I can see why you two get along,” she said.
“I just can’t seem to get rid of her,” Angela said.
“You’re lucky I like it when you get mean,” Leigh said.
“I’ll have to start, then,” Angela said, rising from her seat. “It was really nice meeting you, Judith. I feel like I understand Leigh a bit more now.”
“Ouch,” Judith said. “You’ll have to let me take another swing at you one of these days. I haven’t had a match that intense in ages.”
“I’d like that,” Angela said.
“Bye, Angela,” Leigh said.
She linked arms with her aunt and strolled out of the food court. Angela lingered a minute before heading back to work, carrying a strange feeling of melancholy with her that lasted the rest of her shift.
The sky was growing dark as Angela walked up the street toward her apartment. She spotted a hooded figure sitting hunched over on the front steps. She held her keys between her fingers just in case.
“Hey, Angie,” a man’s voice said.
The hood fell back and she stared down into the dark brown eyes of her stepbrother.