Back to Butler’s
The corner café was unusually crowded for an early Saturday morning. Leslie had a dreadful hangover, and the waiters running back and forth, carrying trays with plates of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast didn’t help. He was definitely off the look, even the smell, of food but Caroline insisted, and so here they were.
Caroline managed to down a full glass of orange juice, several cups of coffee, and devour her breakfast plate of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, a grilled tomato, and three pieces of toast with butter and marmalade.
“Not hungry, I see,” Leslie said.
“Just a tad.” Caroline then went on about food being the best cure for hangovers. “Besides, Leslie, you have to keep up your—“
“If you say strength, I’ll reach over and strangle you.”
Caroline wiped her mouth on
