The two weeks since the party had been pure bliss. “You’ve got customers at table six,” the manager sang out. “I’m on my way.” Zoe pulled her order pad from her black apron pocket and hurried outside. Her steps faltered when she saw who it was. Marisa. Zoe inhaled deeply and continued. She had to face the woman some time. “You.” Something in Marisa’s face told Zoe she’d known where she worked. She’d brought her friends to see the fallen woman. Like an exhibit in the zoo. Zoe bared her teeth in something resembling a smile. “Hi, Marisa.” She shared her smile round. “Are you ready to order?” “This is Zoe, Matt’s sister,” Marisa said in a loud voice. “They sleep together.” It seemed to Zoe that everyone fell silent in a collective held breath. Color stained her cheeks even though she wasn’t a big blusher. Then someone knocked a teaspoon against the side of their cup, breaking the spell.
