Death Is a Diner at 3:00 a.m., by A.C. Wise - The Deadlands
The far stall in the ladies room in the Land of the Dead was backed up again. The day had already started terribly, with an email that hit my phone as I walked the 387 steps from my staff cabin to the front desk, an email from Lana saying Vera, I wanted you to find out directly from me that I've started seeing somebody. Call if you want to talk.