I didn’t mean it.
That’s the only thing I can think to say. I didn’t mean to hit her, I didn’t.
She’s still upstairs by the time the lunch crowd shuffles in and I don’t have time to apologize.
Maeve comes down to help with the orders but Delia stays in the attic space, crying or moping or I don’t know what and Maeve won’t tell me. “Just leave her alone, Dae.” She sounds far wiser than her fifteen years.
“She’s my sister. I’ll talk to her if I want.”
But she’s right, Delia needs some time alone, so I don’t call up and tell her to get down here and help us out, even when things get a little hectic.
Maeve and I handle it. She takes the orders and I cook the food. We’re not swamped or anything, just half the tables are full and that’s about what we get on an average afternoon. My han
