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An angry black man with a red apron stood before them. “Okay, sir,” he demanded.
The menus were mats on the tables, and completely unnecessary. Ribs, ribs and ribs.
“Two whole orders, cheese plate, pitcher of beer,” Mitch shot back at him. The waiter wrote nothing, but turned and screamed in the direction of the entrance: “Gimme two whole, cheese, pitcher!”
When he left, Mitch grabbed her leg under the table. She slapped his hand.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “When was the last time I told you that you are beautiful?” “About two hours ago.”
“Two hours! How thoughtless of me!”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
He grabbed her leg again and rubbed the knee. She allowed it. She smiled seductively at him, dimples forming perfectly, teeth shining in the dim light, soft pale brown eyes glowing. Her dark brunet hair was straight and fell perfectly a few inches below her shoulders.
The beer arrived and the waiter filled two mugs without saying a word. Abby took a small drink and stopped smiling.
“Do you think Lamar’s okay?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I thought at first he was drunk. I felt like an idiot sitting there watching him get soaked.”
“Poor guy. Kay said the funerals will probably be Monday, if they can get the bodies back in time.”
“Let’s talk about something else. I don’t like funerals, any funeral, even when I’m there out of respect and don’t know the deceased. I’ve had some bad experiences with funerals.”
The ribs arrived. They were served on paper plates with aluminum foil to catch the grease. A small dish of slaw and one of baked beans sat around a foot-long slab of dry ribs sprinkled heavily with the secret sauce. They dug in with fingers.
“What would you like to talk about?” she asked.