Abby
I weave through the tables, greeting my customers. A lot of my regulars are here tonight, and I stop at Emily’s table. She’s here with her friends, Lunas like her. I know most of them from when Karl and I were married.
Emily looks up at me, and I plaster on a smile. “Hi, dear,” she says, her tone as patronizing as ever. “Wonderful food tonight.”
She gestures to her empty plate, and I wave over Freddy. He walks to us. “Clear these,” I say. He nods and takes their plates away.
“He’s yummy,” one of her friends says, watching him stride away.
“He sure is,” Emily agrees.
She looks up at me and I force a smile. “Is there anything I can get for you guys?”
“No, dear. We’re just finishing up our drinks.” She lifts her martini to her lips and takes a sip.
“We were just talking
