Sneak Peek at Henrietta
Etta found a small table toward the outside edge of the room, about two rows of tables back from the stage and sat down. A friendly, young, college-aged waiter almost immediately came up to her.
“What can I get for you, honey?”
“Do you have any pineapple?”
“Sure, do. Look at this place! And you ask if we have pineapple. What would you like made with pineapple?”
“How about a pineapple daiquiri, light on the rum, heavy on the pineapple.”
“You got it. Be right back.” Almost two minutes later, the server returned with a giant drink with fresh pineapple and slushy ice. “That'll be $4.” Etta turned to grab some money from the small purse that was strapped around her, when a tall man with dark features, long sleek black hair sat down at her table, handed money to the
