Chapter Eighty-Two
Aidan rang the bell for service. They had a full dining room of thirty tables of paying guests. With only four in the kitchen, and Benjamin as a go-between, they were fortunate the tables were mostly twos and fours. They had a party of eight in, but they had their mains an hour earlier. “Keep it going, peeps. We’re doing great.”
Kate rushed in carrying dirty plates, stacked them by the sink, and met him in front of the line. “Table sixteen. Four gammon steaks, two with eggs and two with pineapple. Got it.”
“Thanks, honey.” He wiped down the stainless-steel counter ready for the next round of meals. “Next up, number eighteen. One steak and kidney pudding, one liver and bacon, and two sausage casseroles. How are we doing on those, Philippa?”
“The casserole’s in the ove
