Darlene
Darleneby The Technician (A Long Time Ago)It was just before five on Friday evening. I looked angrily at Darlene's reflection in the mirror. Herhands were stained with various colors of ink. Her white dress had large splotches of chocolateacross it. Her face was smudged with ink where she had pushed her hair up out of her eyes. Shelooked just like she felt, all messed up.Darlene had been a very bad girl today. First she went out at lunch and picked up a cheeseburgerand fries rather than...