thursday

Thursday morning was bright and sunny, if a little cold. Rose Marie slept through her alarm clock for the second time that week, and had to drive herself to work, bitching at herself the entire way. Ana woke up as Rose Marie was leaving the apartment, but since she wasn't working at the Diesel that day, she just went back to sleep. She'd been dreaming about Anderson Cooper, oddly enough, and wanted to get back to it.

Ana didn't watch the news or read the paper, although she did read Salon online and skim the index page of boston.com, the Globe's web site. But she would watch anything for Anderson Cooper. As far as she was concerned, he was the hottest, smartest news correspondent on TV and his boyfriend was a lucky man.

(But after an argument with one of her fellow baristas over the merits of the sexy Mr Cooper vs Rachel Maddow, she'd stopped mentioning it at work. Some things were just not worth finding sliced tomatoes oozing juice all over your jacket pockets.)

( Ana dreamed she had to dress him for some event or other )

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