As the holidays rolled around, business picked up at the new shopping mall across town, but we were too far away to see any of it. Even with Christmas just around the corner, the only other place besides us that stayed open all night was Wal-Mart, which had its own eatery. Once midnight rolled around, Sylvia’s all but curled up and died. The door stopped opening and the hands on the clock stopped moving, and the only way I found to break up the monotony of the night was to mess with Chris and f**k with the TV. I must’ve put that damn television on every counter in the kitchen and once out in the main dining area, but I could never get in a picture to save my life. And, despite my teasing, I would never bring a porn flick to work, though from the way his eyes glittered brightly whenever I b
