“Do you remember the Larsens?”
Ellis Collins nodded at his mother while pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. He couldn’t understand why his mother suddenly wanted to talk about their regular customers when it was nearly dinner time at the restaurant. The last time he checked, the tables were filling up fast, and they had many orders to fill. Aside from Ellis and his mother, there were three other cooks in the kitchen. On any other day of the week, the five of them could easily prepare the food, but Friday evenings, plus Saturdays and Sundays, were one of the busiest periods at the restaurant.
“What about them, Mom?” Ellis asked while carrying the ingredients over to the island counter.
He had many things to slice and dice, and he honestly didn’t have the time to spare for a casual
