Page 133 of Marvelous
But fuck me.
She had just sent her tea back because it didn’t have a slice of lemon.
Repeat that a, a as in a single slice of lemon, got it? Okay.
The waitress brought back a glass with a slice of lemon in it.
She sent it back because it only had a slice of lemon in it.
Then she fluffed her over-bleached hair, “I swear, some places.”
I nodded because I could feel a headache coming on.
All brought on by her.
Then I pulled out my phone and wiggled it, showing her I was on it, which she didn’t see because she was scrolling over there on Instagram.
Me – You couldn’t have warned me?
Ghost – Fuck no.
Ghost – I don’t ever wanna piss her off.
Me – She’s trouble.
Ghost – Abso-fucking-lutely.
Then the waitress brought her glass back with two slices of lemon, and Winnie nodded, then sarcastically said, “Good job.”
The waitress forced a smile but nodded, then she asked, “Can I take your order?”
I gestured for Winnie to go first.
Then I ordered.
I was looking around the restaurant, at the red tablecloths and little candles in small glass jars, when Winnie asked, “So, how do you know Cassie?”
“She’s married to a buddy of mine,” I said.
Winnie sneered, “Ugh, you too? Gah. War is so stupid.”
I bit my tongue. Hard.
So hard I tasted blood.
I swallowed it down.
Trying not to snap.
Just then, I was saved when another waiter brought our food over and left.
Obviously, our waitress had asked someone else to bring it.
I didn’t blame her.
Then I looked at Winnie, who now sneered at the types of green lettuce in her salad.
Then she waved the waitress over, and the moment the woman got over to our table, I put my head in my hand, as she said, “This lettuce is disgusting. It’s old. You served me old lettuce.”
