I’d been watching the entrance past her shoulder for at least thirty minutes when I decided to see the inside. We’d been nudged and hinted toward for a while as the waiter tried to clear his tables and close his station, but the tables inside were still open and the maître d’ refused to let … Read more
At this point things were looking pretty weird. I’d decided I’d be careful around this woman. I mean, she actually wasn’t the first person to ever fricassée my fingers. Well, maybe she was, but there was something about her. I mean, she seemed harmless enough. Not really, but she seemed like she wouldn’t kill me. Well, maybe she would, but probably later, not right away, and for some reason I thought that was ok.