"Yes," he said. "You are."
Obviously, he wasn't getting it."That's whatyouthink."
"It's what Iknow," he said.
That wassoeasy for him to say. What did he think?That he'd be able to bully or bribe Mackenzie to leave me alone?
Or was he simply convinced that with the bonus money, I wouldn't need to sling waffles anymore? Maybe I wouldn't. But I'd still be workingsomewhere.
I didn't mind. It was part of life. But Iwouldmind if he kept telling people otherwise. In the end, I'd look like a fool – as if I didn't already.
But I didn't have time to further explain. Already, it was 7:27. I pointed to the digital clock. "I guess we'd better get going, huh?"
"Fuck that," he said. "They'll wait."
I didn'twantto make anyone wait.We were here. We had reservations.And whatever was going to happen would happen regardless of how I felt.
Suddenly, I just wanted to get on with it already. I pushed open my door and said, "Showtime, huh?"
