The next day, I decided to get a late lunch at Bar 10 to fortify myself for my upcoming shift, since I didn’t know any place else in town to eat and really didn’t feel like experimenting. When I walked in, the restaurant was much less crowded than it had been the evening before. Carolyn smiled at me and waved, and I went ahead and sat down at the bar even though there were several open tables.
“What can I getcha?” she asked.
“Just an iced tea and a burger,” I replied. Then, since I realized that subsisting on cheeseburgers and fries probably wasn’t the way to go, I added, “But with a side salad instead of fries. I’m on my way to work.”
“You got a job?” she asked, shooting me a delighted smile.
I could tell her reaction was genuine, that she really was glad that I’d been able to find em
