CHAPTER TWO
RITA STACKED THE LAST OF THE HOTDOG buns in the steamer and measured the remaining snow cone ice with a practiced glance. It looked like there'd be enough supplies to last out the half time rush and maybe to get through Ron's second half ... no more. They'd cut it close today. They'd probably gross well over two hundred dollars and the custodian's fee and the referees' would only be about a hundred and fifty dollars. They'd paid for the supplies already; it ought to be a profitable day.
She glanced out through the wire mesh at the line. There was Ted with Cora. Damned bleached blonde. She spoiled things ... too greedy ... couldn't look at a man without wanting him in her pants ... Rita wondered if Cora really was a nympho, as Ted suspected. She'd been eager enough when the sw
