A Daunting Lunch
We are to meet at Joey’s. When I take a booth in the back room, the waitress gives me a combined look of disdain and amusement, sort of shaking her head. When she returns with menus she places an extra napkin before me and a dish of butter, no bread.
It is then I realize she has changed her hairstyle, not to be initially recognized from the evening with Becky... having avoided eating here since. This afternoon I am trapped, Marcy more or less demanding lunch be nearby.
Fortunately, no opportunity for deriding words can be exchanged as Executive Vice President Marcy Jenkins enters, regally strolling to join me at the table, the room wafting of Chanel just as in her office. She is known and revered at Joey’s, spending many dollars with business lunches and arranging the c
