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Part 6

The next morning a nicely dressed woman entered the diner. "Hi, honey." She said, kissing Shawn's cheek.

"Hello, mom. How's dad?"

She sighed and shrugged. "You know, the same. Hey, where's the 'Help Wanted' sign?" Wilma, Shawn's mother, asked.

"Last night I had someone apply for the job and hired them on the spot." He said serving coffee to an old man at the counter.

"And where is this someone?" She asked, looking around. "It's almost six. Did you tell them the shift starts at five?"

"I did, mom. She was supposed to be here at five. I don't know what to tell you. You're the one insisting that we hire someone. I can handle this by myself."

"Honey, you're going to work yourself to death if you continue doing this without help. We can afford to hire someone and we are going to. If this person doesn't work out, we'll keep looking."

"Hi. Sorry, I know I'm really late. My alarm didn't go off. I'm really, really sorry." Deborah said, walking into the diner adjusting her apron. "Wow, this place really looks better in the morning. What do you want me to do?"

Shawn looked at her and let out the breath he was apparently holding. She looked so breathtaking. He noticed his mother looking at her intrigued while Deborah looked at him smiling waiting for orders. "Oh, sorry. Take this to that table." He said, giving her two plates and pointing to a table.

"How old is she?" Wilma asked.

"Um... she's eighteen." He lied. He didn't need his mother to worry about this girl.

"Really? I like her. Don't know why."

"I can help you with that. Both of you have the same attitude and come from money."

"I can see that in the way she carries herself. This should be interesting." Wilma said, looking at the table.

"Hello, good morning. Who wanted the scrambled eggs?" Deborah asked as she reached the table with three men.

"That would be me." One of the men said as she placed the plate in front of him.

"And the toast?" She asked, looking at the other two men.

"Yes, honey. They are for me." Another man said.

"Okay. Would any of you gentlemen want anything else this lovely morning?" She asked ready to leave.

"I would." The other man said, grabbing her waist and placing her on his lap. She looked up at the man remembering Bobby. They looked so much alike.

Shawn tried to go around the counter to help her out, but Wilma's hand stopped him. "Let her. I want to see how she can handle him by herself." She said.

"Mom, that's Nelson!"

"Stay."

"And what would you want, sir?" Deborah asked, annoyed.

"You, I want you right now. I want you to spread those long legs of yours and let me fuck you." He said, placing a hand on her thigh. Deborah smiled up at him and placed an arm around his neck and with the other one grabbed his cup of coffee and threw it on his face. "You bitch!" He yelled, throwing her on the floor. "You'll pay for this. No woman can resist my charms."

"You call charms that sad bag of potatoes you call a body?" She said laughing while getting up. She walked to the counter where Shawn and Wilma looked at her with their mouths wide open. "Sorry, I'll clean that up as soon as possible."

"No, I'll do it. Are you okay?" He asked as Nelson left the diner in a huff.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for acting like that."

"As long as you're okay. But I have to tell you, you really have the guts to talk to Nelson Rollins like that." Shawn said, walking to clean the mess, giving her a view of his back. She stared at him as he bent over to wipe the floor. He was really handsome, not that she would ever trust another man again, but it didn't hurt to look.

"Excuse me, hi." Wilma said to her, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes, ma'am. How can I help you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I just barely moved into town."

"I'm Wilma Wilson, what's the name of this diner?"

"Wilson's Diner. You must be the owner." Deborah said, stretching her hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Wilma took her hand and shook it. "I'm also the mother of that boy you're ogling."

"I'm not ogling!" She said nervously.

"Anyway, don't get any ideas. He's engaged."

"Not that is any of your business, I'm not interested in your son. So you have nothing to worry about."

"You seem so familiar. I just can't put my finger on it."

"Are you scaring her, mom?" Shawn said coming back.

"No, we were just getting to know each other. That's all. What is your name?" Wilma asked her.

"Desiree Carter."

"Carter?" Wilma asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Nothing. Would you care to have dinner with me later? It can be here so it's easier for you." Wilma asked her.

"Sure, I don't see a problem with that." Deborah said.

"Okay, see you later. Shawn, I'm heading to the hospital. Hope to see you at dinner too."

"Of course, mom."