“Table for four, please,” the old man requested. The new waiter took him to the middle of the room, wondering whether the other three would soon arrive. He brought four menus to the table, then settled back behind the bar to polish the glasses. He frowned when no one came, but shrugged it away quickly. Customers were customers, he was not one to question them.
“We’d like two kids’ menus, the lasagne and the steak please,” the old man told him, after he beckoned the waiter over. “Oh, you wanted the salmon? Sorry, my dear,” he said, before turning back to the waiter. “Change the lasagne to salmon, please. I must have been dozing off while she decided,” he added to the waiter putting his hand so that only he would hear. Then he laughed loudly and happily looked at the chairs around him.
“But those seats are vacant…” he said, trailing off. The old man wasn’t even listening. “Of… of course,” he said quietly, slightly startled and hurried away quickly.
He approached the manager and pulled him aside.
“His family died in a car crash, all apart from him. It must have been twenty years, but it still haunts him. He comes here every week to order for the whole family.” The manager shook his head sadly.
FFfAW, Week of 04-26-2016
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