Rendell showed me the sales figures for Christmas Eve from last year. We only did two hundred dollars of business that night. Most of that business wa... between ten and midnight,” Dan said.“He showed you that?” Al asked rather surprised to learn that one of the managers was sharing sales information with the busboy.“Yes. We were going over the inventory preparing the food orders for this week. You have to use the data from the previous year to help estimate your requirements for this year,” Dan. “More problems.”I spun the chair around so I could look at the bridge entrance. The two men who had been speaking were standing in the doorway glaring around the room.“Welcome,” I said, pretending I had not heard their comments.“Why am I here?” the man on the left said. He was middle aged with extra weight hanging around his waist. The man had a scraggly growth of facial hair that looked like it had not been shaved in five days.“Well, I ordered every member of the crew of Corsica to attend a. "Yeah maybe," said Isabel.I was sitting in Mac's, and no not my wife's venue. I liked the quarter pounders; well, I could afford them. I didn't notice him at first. But, he noticed me."Hi yuh Irv," he said. "Mind if I sit with you for a few?" John! No, of course not, have a seat," I said. "What brings you to this establishment dedicated to the more refined elements of Scottish cuisine?"He snickered. "Yeah, right," he said. "No not the food. I'm kinda on a mission of mercy." A what?" I. Even with her top unzipped, the tightness of the dark green velour shirt proved she wasn’t wearing a bra. He blushed when he saw her smirk.“I’m making some green tea would you like some?”“Sure.” Brett sat in the nook. It had become “their” spot for conversation.Freya brought their cups. “What’s that?”“It’s The Masks of God by Joseph Campbell. My buddy Brian asked me to read it. He thought it might help me.”Freya sat at the table. The touch of her leg to his sucked his attention to her.Her green.