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

rather than a dark house, and she would have left a drawing on the table the way she sometimes did, folded in half with my name on the outside in her large, careful letters. Those were the things I thought about in the service wall on nights that required that I think about something.

Belinda came back from the restroom while I was still there. She continue reading …