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CASSIE<br />
AFTER MY MEETING with Matilda, I was bone-weary, but I knew Dell was probably a walking corpse<br />
by now, having closed the Café the night before and opened it today. So instead of crawling into bed,<br />
I showered, changed and took the long way to work to check up on Will.<br />
His truck wasn’t at his place in Bywater or parked in front of or behind the Café, and he wasn’t<br />
answering his phone, so I assumed he had taken a drive somewhere to clear his head—or to cry<br />
openly, for longer than he was able to with me.<br />
The restaurant was empty. Claire burst out of the kitchen in an artfully placed hairnet that did little<br />
to contain her blond dreadlocks, her hands coated in oil and bits of kale. I liked her open, guileless<br />
face, and how a few weeks living at Will’s had removed her sullenness, turning her into a full-blown<br />
chatty teen. She was growing on Dell too, who taught her food prep right away, something that had<br />
taken her months to show me.<br />
“Where’s that disinfectant hand soap? The pink stuff Dell uses.”<br />
“I’ll show you,” I said. “Are you by yourself?”<br />
“Yeah. Dell was of no use to me after the lunch rush and went home.”<br />
For seventeen, she was mature beyond her years, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing, I decided.<br />
Sure I was sexually stunted (well into my thirties), but Claire and her new friends from school were<br />
unsettlingly accelerated. They scared me a little when they came into the Café with their smoking and<br />
piercings, their seductive “selfies” and their casual “sexting.”<br />
A week ago I had asked Claire how she could be a vegan and smoke.<br />
“For the same reason you can be nosy and nice,” she teased.<br />
I felt around on the shelf above the sink, found the bottle of pink disinfectant soap lying on its side<br />
and squirted some on her hands.<br />
“Has Will been by?”<br />
“Haven’t seen him,” she said, drying her hands on her legs and immediately checking her vibrating<br />
phone.<br />
Will let her carry it around in her waitress pouch. His reasoning was that she didn’t talk on it, only<br />
checked texts, so it wasn’t as rude. I told him if she worked upstairs that wouldn’t be allowed.<br />
“Nor the piercings,” I said to him.<br />
“Fine, you’ll be the boss. You’ll make the rules,” he had said.<br />
Still, Claire was a hard worker, so I didn’t complain. And she was a natural in the kitchen.<br />
“I got a head-start on salad prep,” she said. “Kale’s done. I’ll tackle the carrots next.”<br />
“Thanks. I can probably handle the floor on my own tonight,” I said.<br />
“Oh good. I want to go see the baby.”<br />
I almost blurted out everything that had happened at the hospital between her uncle and her almostaunt,<br />
but this was officially now a family issue, something she’d have to navigate with Will.<br />
While helping Claire prep and blanche the carrots, I thought about Dauphine and Mark, probably<br />
passed out somewhere, arms and legs entwined. I envied their seeming certainty, Dauphine’s<br />
decisiveness to just grab this man and go with it. But sometimes people just know; it’s in their nature.