“Darlene threw her arms around me, gently hugging me. “Oh, kid! You look like crapola!”
“How sweet,” I replied wryly. “You sure know how to make a girl feel welcome.”
“You should have stayed home to rest,” she chastised me, her tone motherly. “You’ll be back on your feet sooner if you take care of yourself.”
“Can’t afford it. We’ve got the Henslacker wedding on Saturday.”
“But this is Tuesday. There’s plenty of time.”
“Not really,” I told her. “I have to shop for the ingredients and then we... have to make the cake and the cookies.”
The lunch bunch was coming through for coffee, snacks, and our ready-to-go sandwiches. Normally, we did three daily choices on the bread of the day, threw in a pickle and a bag of chips into the biodegradable containers made from sugar pulp fiber. We also did a soup of the day and a soup/sandwich combo. Our turkey and Havarti was usually a big seller, as was our curried egg salad. On days when the soup choice was chili con carne, we were out of it by twelve-thirty, because folks started coming in for lunch at 11:30.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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