“You have got to be kidding me,” Diane muttered under her breath as she came around the counter.
Then she reached for her cane and stood.
But Elizabeth lifted one hand.
Not dramatically.
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Just enough to stop her.
Then she looked at the man.
“I wondered if you’d still recognize me, young man.”
He turned.
The color drained from his face.
“YOU?”
The color drained from his face.
Elizabeth leaned both hands over the top of her cane.
“How is that possible?” His hand tightened around the edge of the table.
“I still know how to order breakfast.”
“No, I mean…” His voice trailed off.
Elizabeth’s expression didn’t change.
“You mean what am I doing here?”
He didn’t answer.
“How is that possible?”
She took one slow step closer.
“You’ve always been better at asking questions when you already know the answer.”
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The same man who had threatened my job less than a minute earlier suddenly looked like he wanted the floor to open under him.
“You’ve always been better at asking questions when you already know the answer.”
“Elizabeth,” he breathed.
There it was.
Her name.
Not Mrs. Anything.
Not ma’am.
Elizabeth.
She gave a faint nod.
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