Chapter 12
From the way he was glaring, D’ante was about ready to throw the night’s last customers out, preferably through the wide windows that overlooked the porch. Kat had stopped coming in to ask them if they wanted anything else at least fifteen minutes earlier, and Andy knew for a fact Jason had already shut down the kitchen. Andy and D’ante pointedly wiped down the tables and swept the floor. Finally, the customers got the hint (or just got tired of them dragging the benches and chairs around to sweep under the tables) and left.
“Finally,” D’ante groaned. He all but flung their mostly-empty glasses and completely-empty dessert plates into a bus bucket and gave the table the most desultory swipe with the rag Andy had ever seen. “I got these,” he told Andy, “if you’ll finish the swe
