Agnes scratched her head with her pencil, slipped it into the bun on the back of her head, and reached in her pocket to count out her tips for the night. “Yes, Arthur, Mickey’s still here, still waiting for Delores.”
“Well it’s late, and we both have to be in extra early tomorrow, prepping for that tourist bus coming through for breakfast,” growled Arthur as he did a final scrub of the kitchen grill.
Mickey held up his empty soda glass and smiling, called out, “Another Pepsi, please, and four quarters for a dollar so I can load up the jukebox for when she comes in?”
“You gotta give him credit for faithfulness,” Agnes smiled as she shuffled over to refill his glass and give him change.
“I give him credit for delusional thinking,” Arthur muttered and added “It’s been twenty-five fuckin’ years since she left him.”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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