Lizzy’s pocket buzzed. She pulled out her phone and scanned the screen for a moment. Then she turned to Camila and Fer. “Travis comes in at one. Michelle at three. Jennifer, be Mommy's big girl and show Camila the ropes, yeah?”
Fer nodded, already pulling out stacks of waffle cones and cans of Ready Whip. Camila pictured the patrons, their noses pressed to the glass, fingers pointing at the laminated order menu stuck inside. “You know I got this on lock-down.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Lizzy said, her eyes on her phone. “Just make sure the drawers are right this time.” Lizzy gave her a shake of a finger and then shuffled out the door.
As soon as she was gone, Fer burst into laughter.
“Can you believe that?” Fer said, thumbing toward the back door. “Lizzy is Grade A, bat-shit craaa-zaay.” Fer hefted herself onto one of the counters and sat down, her belly spilling over her jeans. “Didn’t I tell you nothing to worry about?”
Camila’s stomach was still in knots. “What’s all that stuff about loyalty? Rule number one?”
Fer dug her hand into the cup of sprinkles and dropped some into her mouth. “Yeah, she’s not messing around with that one. Better not be late again. That’s probably the only thing Lizzy would can your ass for.” Fer held out her palm. “Sprinkles?”