I asked the hostess to seat me in Helen's section and I saw her raise an eyebrow. Every woman in the place probably knew what an asshole I'd been by now. When Helen came to wait on the table and saw that it was me she said, "Oh, it's you. I'll get you another waitress" and she started to walk away.
"No, I don't want another waitress, I asked for your section."
"Why?"
"Look Helen, I've never had to crawl before so I don't know how. Can you help me out here?"
"Why should I?"
I was at a loss as how to answer that. This damned sure wasn't the girl who Rocs and her Aunt Ada said cried herself to sleep every night. I don't know what I had expected when I came into the restaurant, but it sure wasn't the cold, detached indifference that I was getting. I stared at her for several seconds and t
