The scraping of cutlery against china rang out noisily in the dining room; from one corner came the scratchy music issuing forth from the Victrola Elender had set up. It was dinner hour at the Good Eats Café, and every table was occupied. Elizabeth-Anne placed a plate in front of Sheriff Parker and looked up in surprise as Jenny came in through the door. Jenny ignored her, looking around the café disdainfully. Elizabeth-Anne walked up to her. 'Hello, Jenny,' she said quietly. Jenny finally fixed her with a stolid look. 'Is Auntie here?' 'Yes.' Elizabeth-Anne nodded. 'She's in the kitchen.' 'Go get her for me, will you?' Jenny looked around again, folded her arms across her chest, and tapped one foot impatiently on the floor. Elizabeth-Anne stared at her. Then she shrugged her shoulders and wiped her hands on her apron. 'Very well.' She turned and headed to the swinging doors into the kitchen. She pushed them open and they flapped shut behind her. Rosa was standing in front of the big hot stove, ladling spicy hot chili over plates of yellow saffron rice.
