“Sorry, honey, I
haven’t seen it today either,” said the waitress as she put the bill face down
near the edge of the table. “Thanks,” said George with a smile and went back to
reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee. When both the paper and the cup
had given everything they had, he reached into his pocket, took out a handful
of change and laid it on top of the bill without counting it, then he slid
along the bench and got on his feet; he put on his coat, his tuque, his scarf
and finally, his left glove and walked towards the exit. He stood by the
waiter’s station, a couple of meters from the door and the cash register, where
a man he didn’t recognize talked on the phone and poked numbers into a
calculator. George faced the kitchen door with his arms down on his sides,
intermittently wiping the palm of his right hand on his pants or shaking it in
a fanning movement with his fingers wide apart. The door across the aisle swung
open and the waitress emerged mixed in a cloud of smoke that smelled of eggs,
bacon, sausage and buttered toast, holding two plates on her left arm and a
fresh pot of coffee in her right hand. She saw George’s contour against the door
and briefly smiled at him before turning sharply to her left towards a table
occupied by two young men laughing away the last few hours of the night. She
handed each plate to its respective owner, filled in one of the cups with
coffee and moved over to the next table where a woman, whose face George
couldn’t see, asked for her check and declined an offer to warm up her coffee.
The waitress swiftly walked back pass the two men who devoured their food in
silence, but she stopped square right before turning towards the kitchen. Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw George, who hadn’t moved an inch, standing
against the winter morning light coming in a sharp angle through the window
behind him. The kitchen door opened again and the turmoil of dishes and pans
called at her from within. She looked down for a second and started off into
the cloud that had begun to float into the dinning area. When she disappeared
completely, closing the door behind her, George grabbed a couple of mints from
a crystal bowl by the door and walked out and into the new day.
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