Alice
I hefted another bin of dishes onto the counter and started rinsing them in the big sink. I was hot, sweaty, and soaking wet. I didn’t seem to be able to spray off the dishes without a considerable amount of water splashing back at me. The fan I used to prop open the back door was my only relief from the oppressive heat and humidity of the dish room. I loaded the rinsed dishes into the next rack and slid them into the dishwasher. Then I grabbed a clean rack of glasses and carried them back toward the front of the restaurant.
“Hey Alice,” Johanna, the assistant manager called to me from the register. “You got a delivery! I put it in the office.”
A what? I couldn’t ask her any more, because she was busy with customers. I glanced up at the wall clock, and decided it was c
