Page 75 of Flipping His Script
At the table, she said, "I'm just glad they didn't fire him."
I was glad, too. It saved me the trouble of convincing the manager in person.
Hergaze drifted to my eye, and she gave another little wince. "How's your eye, by the way?"
I gave her a long, curious look.Did she care?If she did, she was a fool. I scoffed, "Better than the other guy's."
"I believethat." She paused. "His nose – you don't think you broke it, do you?"
What the hell?
I was staring now, well as much as I could with only one working eye.Who was this chick, anyway?In the parking lot, I'd seen and heard enough to know that Sammy had been giving her a hard time.
So, why was she sticking up for him?
She was crazy, that's why. Only a crazy person would be worried about some cook with an attitude.
Ignoring her question, I turned and headed for the fridge. I poured myself a big glass of orange juice and then turned to head back the way I'd come.
As I left the kitchen, she called out, "But wait! What am I supposed to be doing?"
I stopped and turned around. "What?"
"Well, Isupposedlylive here, for the next few months anyway. How should I be spending that time?"
I made of show of looking around. "You see any reporters?"
"No."
"Then the answer is, I don't care."
"But youmustcare," she said, "or you wouldn’t be making me stay at your house."
I gave her a look. "I'm not 'making' you do anything."
Was this a stretch? Maybe. But I wasn't going to let her play the victim, not on my dime.
She frowned. "You are, too."
"Wrong," I said. "I'm paying you for a service. And you took the deal on your own. It's a two-way street, remember?"
"But even if it is," she said, "what am I supposed to do all day?"
It was a good question. And like a dumb-ass, I didn't have a good answer. Beyond having Anna at my beck and call, I hadn't given it much thought.
I said, "What would you normally do?"
She gave me a stiff smile. "Normally, I'd be serving waffles."
"Good," I said. "I like mine with strawberries."
She made a scoffing sound. "Oh, so I'm supposed to be making you breakfast?"
"Hey, you asked."
"Do you even have a waffle-maker?"
"I dunno," I said. "Check the cupboards."
