What you having? A middle aged woman asked Marianna. She said it slow and drawn out. Different than people in
Spacecity
who were trying to be efficient.
Coffee I think, and uh. The flapjacks, and scrambled eggs.
Marianna thought about tell the lady, from her name tag Suzie, about how much she missed her mom's scrambled eggs. So soft and fluffy, and warm. Instead she said.
Thats all thanks.
The lady nodded hmmmhmm. And brought a cup and poured the coffee into the cup.
The mug warmed her hands, not that it was cold out, but she just hadn't felt such warmth in awhile. It reminded her of Keith. She looked out the window, only the sun was in the sky. She was trying to remember what her mom would say, blue as a dutch boy's trousers? Blue as a boy's trousers.
She sipped the coffee careful not to burn herself, but it was the perfect temperature.
She watched people pay at the cash register, and leave. A bell ringing after the door closes.
Who could it be she thought. She shifted her weight and adjusted herself. The fake leather making fart noises.
Her ya go sweetie, the woman said. And to the table delivered all the food.
Marianna was amazed seeing all the food laid out. The pancakes thick decorated with just a dusting of sugar, syrup warmed, and butter too. The eggs too, Marianna couldn't believe had green onions chopped to small pieces.
Excuse me? She wanted to ask how did she know she liked them this way.
