In Our Blood

Chapter 26

I am so disappointed in myself. All I was trying to do was help my friend get out of suspension. But now i'm suspended, too close to being expelled. I quickly went to my bike and made my way to my job in town. It was a small, cute little cafe on a corner. Thank goodness I keep my uniform at my work so i never forget it at home. I might as well work over time for all the hours i had missed yesterday.

Quickly locking my bike and rushing inside as soon as I arrived, I went straight to my boss and begged her to let me do over time. She complies and let me off with a warning before sending me into the staff room to change into my uniform. My uniform was a long, knee length waitress dress. It was all black with 3 golden buttons going down the middle, it had a blood red undershirt and a white apron to go with it. I also had to wear black high-heels and black tights as well. Once dressed I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair a bit before making my way to the front counter. Usually I would be the one to walk around asking what people wanted to drink or eat and then serve them their drink/food. But that is not for another hour or two. So I have to either work the front counter or clean. My boss never really trusts my cooking, and I don't know why.

Suddenly one of the customers, a familiar elderly woman, walks up to our radio and turns it to the classical music station. I smile softly and sway ever so slightly to the calm music. The elderly woman makes her way to the front counter and smiles at me. " Good afternoon Mrs. Zurie. You are looking quite marvelous as usual today " i say in a kind and gentle tone. " You look quite charming yourself ' jeune ' ( young one in french ) " she says in her shaky quiet voice. " You are too kind Angeni " i say, chuckling ever so slightly. " Oh, i forgot to ask deary. But when are you going to get a hotty of a boyfriend? I'm growing too old and i want to see some grandchildren. " she says laughing her little laugh that goes ' hoo hoo hoo '. Mrs. Zurie is a widow. She's not my grandmother but she treats me like family. She may seem frail and petite but she has her sassy ways at times.