Chapter Eleven
MAE
I drummed my fingertips against my thigh as I waited in line at Firehouse Café. I'd missed this place, and I hadn’t known how much until I came home. I looked around, absorbing the familiar space. The artwork on the walls had changed because Janet rotated artwork from Alaskan artists, but fireweed was still painted on the old fire pole. The brightly painted chairs and tables added a cheery vibe to the space, and the same chalkboard menu hung on the wall behind the counter, though probably with some updates. The best part was getting to the front of the line and being greeted with one of Janet's warm smiles. Her hair had more silver in it than before, but her smile was just as wide.
“Hey, girl.”
“Hey, Janet.”
“It's good to see you here a few times a week,” she added,
