Chapter 6
What he got was a cold shoulder from his mother as he entered from the back. She was at the counter, where he should be by now.
Tamara was at the grill and smiled. “She’s on the warpath this morning.”
“Sorry. It’s because of me,” Ethan said.
“I know. We all know. Don’t worry about it. Everyone deserves a life, even in this town.”
Ethan picked up his receipt pad and a couple of pens and headed out to face the music. But Zoe just looked up, nodded, and brushed past him, headed for the kitchen door in the back. He shook his head. Somehow, the cold shoulder routine was worse than the screaming that would come later. The silent treatment could go on for days; the screaming was usually over in a couple of minutes.
He looked around the restaurant and was aware most people were try
