Because Rita was set up in the kitchen reconciling the books, Frances was working the floor, which consisted of three tight-fisted regulars who tipped so poorly it was an insult. She got that they were broke, but if they were too broke to tip, you’d think they’d be smart enough to drink at home. That way they could clean up after themselves and she wouldn’t have to listen to their endless bitching. They wouldn’t shut up about a toilet repair that they had been forced to pay for because their landlord was nowhere to be found. (And still they had the money to come to the bar and not tip!) Their friend shouted, “Just take it off the f*****g rent.”
Oscar said, “Uh oh.”
And Robyn, who was standing at the bar next to a new, interchangeable boyfriend (another black jeans, black T-shirt, black
