Ray raised his head and spied me by the door. “Get out there. It’s gone nuts.” Ray using full sentences? He’d passed stressed and was in full panic mode. I hastily tied on an apron as I stepped through the swinging door into the dining room. There were now twice as many people as before I left. And no Janelle or Ma. Roxy trotted up to me. “Good, you’re back. Take over your tables, but I get the tips.” She grabbed the coffeepot. I jumped in and started serving customers. Dillon was actually bussing tables and wiping them down. Better than being stuck in a chicken suit, I supposed. Eventually, I noticed people traipsing in and out of the office. I pulled Roxy aside. “What’s going on? Who’s back there?” “Duh, Janelle.” She grabbed four plates from the pass thru and whisked them off to the table near the window. Ignoring my customers, I stomped down the hallway and barged into the office.
