WAITRESS
When I saw you last, I was telling you of the troubles. But, now, I am having the more happy times---or so I was thinking. I am . . . on vacation, if you can believe. It was a strange thing. This man came often to the coffee shop---his name was Weston or Wesley---and he told me that he wanted to do something wonderful for me. I doubted him, you know. But he kept to it. He asked me when I was happy, truly. I told him something silly. I don’t know why, but I told him: I remember, just before Coelacanth was married, we all went away for the weekend. I don’t remember what for---maybe for Coelacanth. Or maybe Father got a moneyprize. But we went to Hamilton, Ontario, and we had supper at a fine seafood restaurant. It was my first time to have salmon. Now, I have salmon many times since, but I never like it. Sometimes---as usual---there is something not good: skin too like a mirror and it peels from the flesh wrong. But this salmon in Hamilton---it was like heaven.
I told this to Weston or Wesley and he told me that he was getting a ticket and taking me. I doubted it. But here I am. It’s not the same restaurant, I don’t think. That one must have closed. And the salmon, it is not good. Like a dirty river. But it is nice to . . . to . . . have something.
But now I worry. I have not seen Weston or Wesley in a long time. Twenty minutes? He took me here. He took me, and I think he left me at this restaurant. I am wondering why I came. I think it was a mistake. But why would he play the game and take me here to leave me here? And where is he? A mistake. I should not have took time from work, even if he paid. And I don’t know how I will get back.
Oh, but here he is. They were in the restroom. That is all. And they are back now. Back now.
(The WAITRESS smiles a return greeting.)
THE END.
