Paige Cooper — The Secret Behind Table Four
We met now and then for coffee, sometimes with friends present.
He could still be abrupt.
I could still become defensive when he made suggestions that sounded too much like instructions.
When that happened, we said so and started again.
At the café, we hired a young woman named Tessa who had left a workplace where she was repeatedly told to ignore customers with medical difficulties because it disrupted service.
On her first day, I showed her the emergency checklist.
“If you think someone is in immediate danger,” I told her, “you call for help.