Betty, the gray haired and matronly waitress who ruled the diner, gestured to the plate sitting on the counter. “I’ve got to take my pie out of the oven.” “Sure.” Cassie smiled at her new boss and picked up the plate of eggs over easy. She threaded her way to the man sitting alone in a leatherette booth. On the overhead speakers, a country singer crooned softly about love lost and found again. Pictures of mountainous landscapes adorned the faded blue walls. She’d only been working at the diner in Coldwater Springs for two days. Never realizing before what a tough job waitressing was, she was grateful Betty had taken her under her wing. In fact, she thought hopefully, she might even be able to get her confidence back. She’d already started to feel a little more like her old self-- “Ohh!” Cassie stumbled on the old vinyl flooring, the china plate flying through the air and landing upside down on the customer’s lap.
