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“Damn …,” Kate thought, fishing in the pocket of her uniform. “Where did that pencil go? That’s the third one I’ve lost tonight!” A lock of her strawberry blonde hair fell forward into her eyes and her hand went up to her forehead to push it back impatiently. She fished in the bowl of pencils at the serving counter and pulled out a freshly sharpened one, trying to recall which type of dressing Mr. Dagon had just said he wanted on his salad.
Oh, yes, she remembered … just plain oil and vinegar … that was what he always wanted.
With a sigh she marked it down on her pad and headed toward the kitchen with the order. Her feet hurt and she thought she was just about to pass out from fatigue. It had been a rough Saturday night … and it seemed as if she had waited on thousands of finicky customers at Alfie’s Steak House. Well, she thought … at least her tips had been good … almost fifteen dollars that night. And that would be a big help toward the rent! After Mr. Dagon had finished, she would be able to go home to Tim at last.
As she waited at the counted for the very rare steak that Dagon had ordered, her thoughts wandered … she could see Dagon’s neat, elegantly clothed figure from where she stood. He was calmly sipping his martini, and occasionally he would cast a glance in her direction. But Kate knew it was not a look of impatience he was giving her …
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