She Made Fun of My Limp at the Table and Refused to Tip but Minutes Later My Manager Took Over

my mind went places it did not belong on a restaurant floor, back through heat and noise and a specific quality of darkness that had nothing to do with the soft lighting we used for ambiance. He had known me long enough to recognize the signs.

“I’m here,” I said, and I was, and we both moved on.

The front door chimed at a quarter past five and I turned continue reading …