Chapter 7: EncounterOn his break after the dinner rush, Garner sat down in the back to eat his own dinner, in which he replaced his usual, the rich and comforting fettuccine alfredo, with the healthier spaghetti Bolognese—he swallowed a Demerol and reassured himself that he was doing okay.
By the time he returned to service, he was feeling much better, though again he had trouble focusing. The minor incidents began again, the worst of which was his completely forgetting the supper orders of three people at table nine. This time it was Sharon who saved the day. She said nothing to him, only smiling, but when they were standing together at the back, she regarded him intently.
“You took another of those pills, didn’t you?” Her tone was disapproving.
Garner nodded sheepishly. “It was gettin
