Work is as usual. Customers have been pouring in all day long. No complaint here. It keeps my mind off my troubles.
May says at this time of the year tourists begin to thicken, and to expect crowds as it gets closer to the Mardi Gras. The festive fervor is contagious. It’s exciting to feel the rush of energy growing as time moves closer to the big event. I hope to attend.
When it comes time for closing, May and I get a break. Questions about Rice surfaces and keeps itching on my tongue. Surely, I didn’t imagine their conversation too. I have to find out before I implode. May comes up from the back when I spring my dilemma on her. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, hun! Let me take care of the door.”
She goes up front and flips the sign to “Closed” and locks the door, and then heads bac
