Chapter 9
Shannon“What do you want to drink, Shannon?”
“I’ll have a Coke and lime.”
“Got it.”
My co-worker, Kim Brady, elbowed her way to the front of the bar to get our drinks. Her blunt-cut, ink-black hair swung as she moved, occasionally revealing the elaborate body art peeking above her collar. I stayed at the small, round bar table, scooting back on my barstool. Our assistant manager, Penny, ran both hands through her hair, looking tired.
“How’d it go tonight?”
I shrugged. “Okay. Better early than late. Sometimes, when we get the last rush of drinkers, the tips are terrible, but tonight was pretty good.”
“Good. You’ve settled in really well.”
“Thanks.”
I started at the Scarlet Maple when I hadn’t waited tables in almost three years, counting myself lucky to get the job. Kim,
