Mackey Chandler

Another short snippet of Family Law 9

With some fires put out in my life writing has picked back up. Raw snippet that may need some editing, Hope you enjoy it.

Their server stopped at their table with an empty tray tucked under one elbow. He peered at Lee’s beer. Since over half was left, so he didn’t push her to buy another. Tish hadn’t touched her water, but Trix’s lemonade was gone.

“Would you like another lemonade?” he offered Trix.

“Yes, please, and everything is very good.”

“That’s what we like to hear.”

“Have you had other Badgers before?” Tish wandered.

“Not when I was working, but we have one working in the kitchen,” he volunteered.

As soon as he turned away to get the lemonade, Trix and Tish regarded each other with alarm.

“Why would anybody leave the embassy?” Tish asked. “They were all volunteers to come here, and Father assured me they are paid well for a hardship post.”

“Well, there isn’t anywhere else they’d have come from, unless somebody eloped from that group that followed father here. If anyone wasn’t working out or wanted to return, Father would have sent them back on a supply ship.”

“Could somebody be working a second job?” Tish said. “I’d go look, but if they see me, they may be needlessly upset that anyone found out. Not that I’d tell.”

“I’ll find out for you,” Lee said.

She went to the rear, where the kitchen doors were, and poked her head in the door.

“Are the restrooms back here?” She asked the first cook, who looked at her, startled.

She swept the kitchen with her spex in record mode. There was a badger at the back opening some kinds of boxes, but he never looked up.

“To the right. The hall at the corner of the dining room,” the cook directed.

“Thank you,” Lee said, and continued there as she needed to anyway.

“Back at the table, she shared the video with the Badgers’ spex.

“Sweet little goddesses, it is Torz,” Trix said low, like somebody might overhear.

“He’d have the spare time to work a job, but he’d consider it demeaning,” Tish said.

“Lee, you didn’t seem surprised at all when you came back to the table,” Trix said.

“I’m ashamed to admit, I still can’t tell you guys apart most of the time.”

“This is insane. I can’t come up with any reasonable explanation,” Trix said.

“Well, you could march back there and ask him,” Tish said, “but you might create a fuss, get him fired, and all of us banned from coming back here as customers.”

“I don’t care to ever speak with him again, and if I got him fired, he’d play the victim and manage to make me the bad guy,” Trix said. “He’s good at that.”

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