Chapter Eighteen
The waiter returned with the drinks and sat them down on the table. He took a pad out of the apron around his waist and a pencil from behind his ear.
“Ready to order?” he asked.
“I think we are,” Lauren said glancing at Roxanne.
“All righty, what’ll it be?” he replied.
“I’ll have the Fisherman’s Platter,” Lauren said.
“Fish?” he asked jotting something down.
“Catfish, blackened,” she replied.
“Oysters fried or half-shell?” he asked
“Fried,” she replied after a moment’s hesitation. She wasn’t real keen on oysters one way or the other.
“Shrimp?”
“Fried,” Lauren replied deciding to not worry about calories tonight.
“Stuffed crab or Legs?”
“Legs, with butter please,” she said as her mouth began to water, she was really hungry now she realized.
“Soup or Salad?”
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