Chapter 9
July, 1967
Beneath the shade of Bates’ canopy, Garrett wiped the buffet with an old undershirt. The finish came alive as he applied the balm. The sideboard would look beautiful in the dining room of the inn he constantly imagined, loaded with giant dishes of eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancakes waiting for hungry guests to devour them.
As he worked, he counted the reasons he loved helping Bates on the weekends and bank holidays. The first reason was the quality. One couldn’t find this type of quality any more without paying a hefty price.
The hot summer weather meant that most people came out early to beat the heat. At nearly eleven, the late morning crowd would pick up anyway. At the same time, he valued the quiet time to get the buffet back into shape.
He enjoyed the aroma o
