Mae nudged my arm. “There’s that man again. What’s his name?”
I watched the old farmer walk up to the diner. “Willard. He always smells like manure,” I whispered.
“Afternoon Uma,” Willard said to me, sitting at a booth and putting his urn down across from him. “Edith and I would each like a bowl of ramen and some cornbread.”
“Got it.” I scooped up his unused menu and went back to the kitchen with his order.
“Well,” Mae demanded. “Did he order lunch for his dead wife again?”
“Don’t be mean,” I said. “He treats her better than your boyfriend treats you!”
“True,” she admitted. “But at least my man wears rum-scented aftershave, not emu poo.”
She had a point there. I served Willard and Edith their lunch, trying not to get too near, but it was soup, and I didn’t want to spill it.
Then it got busy, so I had to run around and serve other customers.
“Thanks Uma,” Willard said when I returned to his table to clear their dishes. “By the way, Edith wanted to compliment you on your giant pumpkins. She also said you really earn your tips.”
“My what?!” I must have misheard and touched my ear.
Willard nodded. “Yep, those are some big ones. We’ll probably be ordering pie.”
“Oh… you meant pumpkins in the garden.” I laughed.
Willard gave me a strange look. “Where else would they be? Just one slice though. I don’t think Edith is that hungry today. She barely touched her soup.”
Written for Rory’s What’s Your Story Then?
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