Chapter Six
Wake-up call
The diner
was slightly shabby, but it gleamed in comparison to the buildings surrounding
it. Shelley was there in her powder blue uniform, her perky hospitality dimmed
by fatigue and what Rosalie assumed was bitterness at having worked in a diner
for ten years.
Shelley
greeted Rosalie with a wave and a broadening of her usually forced smile,
pointing toward an empty booth and mouthing Sit there before directing
her attention back to the customer she was serving. Rosalie slumped into the
booth, scanning the sticky plastic menu for something comforting.
Shelley
approached her booth after a few minutes, bending her knees a few times to
relieve the pain of being on her feet for a long shift.
“What’s up?”
Shelley asked.
“What do you
recommend for a gir
