Nineteen
This is ridiculous, Luke thought when he nearly tripped over his own feet. By some miracle, he managed to keep hold of the three plates he carried, but he had to set the one in his right hand on the end of the bar to readjust the one balanced precariously on his left wrist. Exhaustion quivered through him, and it took more effort than it should to recover from the simple misstep. Maybe I’m finally getting to the breaking point.
With the plates again secure, he continued to the single occupied table with more cautious steps and guided the food to the correct diners. At least he was able to do that without screwing up.
“Is there anything else I can get you folks?” he asked.
“No, this is great,” the woman replied. “Thanks.”
Luke made his way carefully around the bar to avoid any
