Chapter Four
An Unpleasant Incident
At 9:55 that Saturday, Caile tugged on the front door of The Tannery. Still locked. Maybe the time was wrong, she thought. She remained by the entrance for a moment, then turned to leave. As she started to depart, she heard the deadbolt open. Pivoting, she saw an attractive woman around thirty, about five eight with copper hair.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Because the restaurant isn’t open, we are required to keep this door locked. Please come in,” she said. Caile followed her to an alcove off the main dining space. There was a large table around which sat a dozen people. On a separate table against the wall was a large coffee urn and platters with bagels and Danishes. It was not hard for Caile to see that she and one male were the only African Americans
