“I see you can chew cake pretty well there Vera!” My father joked like he usually did.
“No chewing required Mr. Feldman!” Vera spit back through a mouthful of cake.
“Just John.”
“No chewing required Just John!”
Everyone laughed. For the first time in probably the last two years I was able to enjoy myself. For a moment there, as I shoved the chicken down my pie hole and watched Vera put the last piece of cheesecake in her mouth, I was left to believe that I didn’t have a single care in the world even if it was just for a fraction of a second. Then Anderson Massey came crawling back into my thoughts from behind that dark door he always had the keys to no matter how many locks I tried to put on it.
Our restaurant had been Wesley’s, a little burger joint down by the river across the stree
