SEVENTEEN
When Angie walked into the diner, a burst of applause greeted her.
“Yay, Angie!” people called out.
She felt a little embarrassed over the attention and didn’t feel she deserved any praise for surviving an accident. She waved the attention away and entered the kitchen.
“Angie! We were worried about you,” Brian said. “Your mother told us they didn’t know where you were.”
“Yeah, I was hiding out in the bushes with the mosquitoes,” she joked. “But I’m back.”
“Your admirer has been asking about you,” Sara said. “I’ve been waiting on him.”
“Oh, not good news,” Angie said, wrapping the apron around her waist over her pink uniform. “Why can’t he go away?”
“I told him,” Brian said.
“Apparently he didn’t listen.”
Angie stepped into the dining area to begin setting up tables for
