Chapter Twenty
Fortunately, we get a wave of new customers before Sydney finishe s refilling the napkins at each table, but she has me thinking, and I find myself wondering how Cathy is doing.
How Michael is doing.
I haven't heard from him for several hours, and around three, Mary startles me when she puts a hand on my shoulder, coming up from behind as I fill out a deposit slip for the safe.
"Oh, hey, Mary. Everything okay in the kitchen? Do you need anything?"
She laughs and nods towards the dining room, where several tables are full of customers talking and eating.
"Not a thing. How's our new manager?"
I shake my head, horrified at the words.
"Please don't say that, I'm just helping. I hope Cathy is back to work soon. I mean, I think she should rest, but . . ."
She sighs
