Flippingthroughthemenu,Junaskedcasually,"Where''''syourserver?"
Mrs.Hesseldidn''''tanswer.Instead,sheasked,"Whatwillyouhave?"
Junorderedabowlofcharsiurice.Tobehoheirroastmeatswereprettygood.
Whilewaitingforhisorder,JunpulledouthisphochedMrs.Hesselmovebehindthedispyter,sligcharsiuwithprecise,rhythmicchops,anddialedReyaatthesametime.
Theringofthephonepetedwiththesoundofkingthewoodencuttingboard.Themeatwassliced,butthecallwentstraighttovoicemail.
JunstoodandcalledouttoKurt,whowasgrabbingtakeoutandheadingforthedoor.
"Reyanotintoday?"
Kurtshotback,clearlyannoyed."HowshouldIknowwhereshewent?"
Juasinkiinhischest,abouttopressfurther,whenMrs.Hesseppearedwithabowlofricetoppedwithcharsiu.
"Shewentwithmyhusbandtopickupstock.Shouldbebackter,"shesaid,settingthebowldown."Hereyougo,enjoyyourmeal."
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