I know you, I know you got most of that money you've made tucked away somewhere. You need to take Tony , go back home away from all this shit, and be ...he family man you were meant to be Brah.”“I never thought you'd say that to me,” I say after my double take, “ You just saying that or do you really mean that?”“I never wanted to get you caught up, in all this when you first came up here,” he says leaning on my shoulder, “I thought you would finish high school playing football and go to college,. My husband is gay ... or so I think.My thoughts immediately go to the bedroom. Do I not satisfy him? I clench my pained eyes in disbelief. I freakin' love our sex life and thought he did too. How could I have been so wrong? I throw my body onto the bed and have my girly cry-fest, twisting my hands in the sheets, staining them with mascara running down my face.This scene plays out for quite a while and then I do what I always do and put on my big girl panties and "the fixer" in me takes over. I. It was dirty covered in cobwebs and gave me goosebumps. I vaguely wondered how this restaurant was still even open. But one particular employee struck me as kind of odd. She seemed to be an attractive woman of maybe 40 or 50 years old. Average height, build, bust, and ass. She wasn't very pretty but she was far from ugly and very far from looking like she belongs her. But when she got up to seat me she seemed to move as if she were a very old woman, staggering (but not drunk), slowly moving. “It’s a free country,” Savannah quipped, leading Maddi to a two-seater square table wedged in the corner. “You’ve made a nuisance of yourself here. You trying to get me fired?”Maddi’s voice took a jocular tone. “No, of course not. Don’t I buy something every time I come in?”“It’s not that.” Savannah tore off tiny squares of the sandwich and nibble between words. “Every time I see you I want to claw your stupid eyes out. That’s why I’d get fired.” She frowned with regret. “Sorry, it’s gotta be.