20 - Quiet Tuesday
The woman had a cloud of white hair and a pastel sweater rising high enough to protect her neck. Her doting husband used a cane to steady himself as he grabbed the bamboo railing.
Rob, who had been shooing away a too-eager gull, hurried to help them negotiating the two stairs to the terrace. He sat them close to the kitchen bamboo wall with the picture, to get the clients out of the sun. Rob felt sorry in his mind for the wheelchair-bound people who could not get up here. Accessibility had not been huge at the time of the former Mama restaurant. Nor had it been for the other elevated terraces on the Pier.
Rob promised himself to check the Safe Harbor regulations, and to see what would be required to build an access ramp.
Then he handed them the thick, glossy menus Jo
