Chapter 9Don sat at his usual table by the kitchen with a salad and bottle of sparkling water, when Sharon came over with several menus under her arm; she pulled out a chair without being invited. Don turned so she would see his frown. She reached out a hand toward him, gold bracelets jangling musically around her wrist.
“What’s on your mind? You obviously want to say something,” Don said, sensing immediately what was on her mid.
“Micah just plopping his rear end in a chair in the middle of a shift. A few more minutes, and I was going to come over and give him a poke or send him home.”
“He was invited over by Barry Nelson and his son.”
“What’s wrong with you? In the past if an employee did that, invited or not, he would have been out the door on his ear.”
“Nothing’s wrong with me, so
