“Are you finished?” Heather asked.
“What?” Sondra asked, taken aback at Heather’s interruption. “Uh, yes.”
“Fine.” Heather bent down right in front of Sondra and noisily stacked her plate on top of Lynelle’s. She turned to go.
I got a couple of sly looks from Sondra and Lynelle that basically said “What the f**k?”
“Heather,” I growled.
Heather stopped, but didn’t turn around right away. Her back was all I got, but then she slowly, slowly, faced me. She just stood there, shoulders slumped, all her weight on one leg with the other’s knee pushed slightly out in an insolent manner. She even started to put one hand on a hip to complete the disrespectful vision. I don’t know where this attitude was coming from but it had to stop. Now.
I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “What do you s
