Paige Cooper — The Secret Behind Table Four

I spoke about work and training, not the restaurant case.

“Do you think people will always know you as the waitress who saved Vincent Moretti?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said.

“But that’s one thing I’ve done.

It’s not the only thing I am.”

Later I found my mother’s yellow calendar in my office drawer.

I wrote OPENING DAY in the square for that Saturday.

The handwriting looked steadier than it had a year before.