Abby
“Abby, I have to tell you something.”
I look up from the table I’m cleaning to see Karl standing next to me. He’s got his phone in his hand and a dish cloth draped over his shoulder; we’ve been cleaning the restaurant frantically today in preparation for the grand opening, which is tomorrow.
“What’s up?” I ask, returning my attention to my work.
Karl sighs. “Abby, I just received an email from my father; those foreign diplomats are changing the date of their visit. To tomorrow.”
My eyes widen slightly, and I straighten, looking at Karl. “But tomorrow’s the grand opening,” I say quietly. “They weren’t supposed to come until the day after tomorrow.”
“I know, but…” Karl rubs his hand along the back of his neck and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Abby. This meeting is
