been taken care of.”
For a moment, neither of us understood.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“There’s nothing more you need to do.”
I asked whether she was sure. She nodded, wished us a good evening, and stepped away to another table.
Still confused, we gathered our things and left.
The Waitress Followed Us Outside
We had barely reached the sidewalk when someone called after us.
It was the waitress. She hurried toward us, holding a folded piece of paper.
“I wasn’t completely honest back there,” she said softly.
