Page 4 of The Shy Waitress and Her Boss

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

"We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope."

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

OOOOOH...EEEEEH!

On her first day at work, Kady was abruptly roused from her sleep by animal cries blasting from some close but unknown source, and when she heard a boar snorting from somewhere her room, Kady shot up in her bed, her disoriented gaze sweeping her surroundings.

What was happening? Where am I?

Brick walls, a super comfy bed with fluffy white covers, and a window that showed the outline of the wooden hand-carved sign of Redwood Cafe.

Oh.

Right.

But—-

? A-WEEMA-WEH. A-WEEMA-WEH. ?

A moment later, she heard a masculine and completely vivid voice roaring from down the hallway."For fuck's sake, Farica."

The music was suddenly placed on pause, and Farica's laughing voice came in loud and clear. "Rise and shine guys, training starts right after breakfast today. And now, back to regular programming:The Lion Sleeps Tonightby The Nylons."

As the still-loud but strangely soothing chants of'a-weema-weh'resumed in the background, Kady's continuous but somewhat befogged search for the source of Farica's audible antics finally bore fruit: a Dolby surround-sound speaker, mounted on one of the upper corners of her bedroom's walls.

A small-town cafe with its own P.A. system?

This new job just kept getting weirder and weirder...

And thank God for that,Kady thought happily.

She couldn't help humming along, couldn't help smiling and reminiscing as she made her bed up and rummaged through her clothes, which were already neatly hung inside the antique whitewashed armoire next to the vanity dresser.

Last night had been pretty amazing, with Kady wanting to constantly pinch herself as the two extremely beautiful owners of Redwood Cafe carefully went over the ins and outs of the business, like she was already an integral part of it.

(Almost like you're family.)

Supper (both of her employers had taken pains to explain that supper was for evening and dinner was for midday meals) had even been more peaceful, with Mr. Wyndham having to leave for some meeting.

(Don't forget the part when the boss winked at you on his way out!)

Finally, Farica had taken Kady upstairs, and she had been unable to help gasping in awe at her first glimpse of her bedroom. It had a pink rocking chair next to a small fireplace and its window boasted of magnificent town views of Hartland.

(But isn't the most exciting thing about this was Slade Wyndham sleeping right next door?)

Kady caught her reflection in the vanity mirror and gave herself a good, hard glare.Shut up, Bad Kady.Her sly-as-a-fox inner imp had been on a roll since last night, but it was time to put an end to all those dangerously stupid thoughts.

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