Chapter SeventeenWhen the bullets started flying, they came from an unexpected direction.
Charmed by his own eloquence, Leo made an earlier-than-usual entrance Thursday morning and summoned his staff to the kitchen. The people of Quansett, he declared, depend on the Back End. Like the Washington Monument, or Yellowstone Park. The Back End depends on its crew. Therefore, he, on behalf of Quansett, was counting on Dinah, Mudge, Lydia, and Bruno to keep things going exactly the same as usual. If customers want to talk about the tragedy, don’t get sucked in. Tell them we share their grief and move on. They got a problem with that, let ‘em go harass the cops. This is a restaurant, not an information booth. And if some nosy parker pulls out a camera, well, do what you gotta do.
Leo retired ups
