Breakfast Slam

The waitress brought two platters of the Breakfast Slam and half dropped them in front of the man and woman seated at table 14. She walked away with the woman calling out for a coffee refill. Without slowing, she shouted back, “I’m making a fresh pot.” The couple waited, buttering toast and looking around for their waitress. In the alley behind the restaurant Aurilla lit a cigarette and mumbled, “I knew I couldn’t get away from that lying bitch.”