“Where did all these people come from?” Mazie grumbled Monday morning, while waiting beside Jim to pick up an order.
“From outside?” he replied, getting an eye roll from her.
“It’s the weather,” Tom said, joining them. “They want something warm to eat before going to work. Give it an hour and things will slow down.”
“I hope.” Mazie sighed, got her orders, and hurried away.
Jim glanced at the area around the hostess stand, wondering where Alan was. He’s usually here by now. Or he has been for the last couple of Mondays. Car trouble, maybe? I hope not, for his sake. This is not the kind of day you want that to happen. His order came up and he took the plates over to a pair of his regular customers. Then he moved on to wait on four guys who had just been seated. Things didn’t even begin t
