The hostess glanced toward me.
I stood and walked over.
“More than enough,” I said.
I showed him to the same table where Amber had served me.
Then I went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of soup, some bread, and a cup of coffee.
The man thanked me.
As I turned toward the counter, I caught sight of my mother’s photograph.
For years, I’d believed that keeping her name above the door was enough to honor her.
It wasn’t.
What mattered was how people felt when they walked through the door.
And this time, I intended to make sure nobody had to disguise themselves to find out.
So here’s the real question: If you were Frank, would you have fired Kyle immediately, or given him a chance to explain his actions before making a final decision?
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