Schools Out for Summer
I was thirty-one and had recently relocated to Alaska. My first job was working at a small restaurant whose client base was construction workers who were building in the area. The restaurant was family owned. The woman owner was a large black woman in her fifties. One afternoon the owner came in with a short, petite, homely looking blond woman who was in her late forties. The owner introduced us and they ordered lunch and I went back to work, never even thinking about the boss’s friend. The...