Jean-Claude heard Zeno's wail of pain all the way back in the kitchen. It was the sweetest sound he had heard all day.
He didn't look out the kitchen doors, and he didn't need to. He was doing just fine envisioning the scene in his mind, especially the look that must have been on Zeno's face when he'd picked up that platter.
The platter that Jean-Claude had left on the stovetop a few seconds before using a potholder to place it on Zeno's serving tray.
"What the hell was that?" said Dominick, charging through the doors with a spatula in his hand.
Jean-Claude followed, fixing an expression of grim concern on his features. Underneath, of course, was a giant Cheshire Cat smile.
Over at Table Twelve, Mr. Darcy was fussing over Zeno the waiter, gaping at his right hand. Mr. Donzatto kep
