Bobby's Diner
“Today’s lunch special was grilled pork set in a roasted tomatillo sauce and barbequed, baby, Yukon Gold, potatoes on the skewer. The lunch fare’s fragrance was tantalizing and permeated the restaurant and spilled out onto the sidewalk and down the strip. Each time a customer walked in they would tell Vanessa how good it smelled. But, when Roberta walked through the doors Vanessa got quite a different greeting from her daughter. Her face was pinched and set into a scowl. She stood by her mother while Vanessa cashed out the party leaving.
“Hi, honey. Want some lunch?”
Vanessa beamed at her daughter. But, Roberta’s face remained hard. She didn’t say anything and so I decided it was better to leave them alone.
“She acts like she owns the place!” Roberta huffed quietly.
“Well, she does, Roberta.”
Vanessa kept counting her till.
“Not all of it. That’s how she acts.” Her scowl accentuated her words.
“She owns half, Roberta. I think that gives her the right to act the part, don’t you?”
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