Davey hung up the house phone after he had shouted his news loud enough for the entire kitchen to hear. “Ooo-la-la!” he added mischievously. Kerry glared at Davey, even though she knew he was only teasing her in the usual way. Since Jim’s departure, Kerry was treated exactly like all the other cooks. She had achieved a degree of acceptance from her peers, and she prided herself on taking as good as she could give. Kerry frowned but said nothing. She recalled the curly haired, slightly vacuous young lady who had complimented her the day before. She cooked the omelet and prepared the service cart to the catcalls of the other cooks. Kerry walked across the vast Garden Court, dodging between the carriages, which gathered to drop off their passengers. She could have collared a waiter to take care of delivery but figured she should make the customer happy, and since the customer had requested delivery by Kerry, she’d do what needed to be done. On her way upstairs, she admired the elevator.
