Prissy's Predicament (Tales From Biders Clump Book 6) Page 10
The soft gingham felt cool against her skin and the clean lines were comfortable, practical for her job at the Mill.
Smiling, she moved out into the dining room, pencil and pad in hand. Who would have ever imagined she could enjoy a job so much?
“I’m glad you got the evening shift,” Mary said. “I have to help my brother with his homework.”
“You have a nice evening,” Lucinda said, offering a little wave.
“Miss Farrow,” Willem Druthers greeted from his regular Wednesday table. “What are the specials tonight?”
“Tate has beef stew and biscuits,” Lucinda replied. “Three bowls?” she asked.
“Yes, that will be fine.” He spoke carefully. “Can you wait until the children come in to serve it, though?”
“Of course.” The young woman smiled. Mr. Druthers was a regular twice a week and she was always happy to see him and his niece and nephew.
“How are the children?”
“Very busy as always. I don’t know what to do with Tobias.” The thin man shook his head.
“I’m sure it’s difficult being on your own.”
“Since my sister passed, that boy has become more and more wild.”
“I’m sure he misses his mother.”
“It is terribly difficult being an orphan.” Willem agreed. “I feel that I am fully unprepared for my role.”
The sound of other guests entering the restaurant drew Lucinda’s attention.
“Excuse me,” she said politely. “I’ll be back with your order when the children arrive.
“Let me hold him,” Maud Dixon’s voice was sweet. “You go have a seat.”
“Thank you, Mother,” a weary looking Quil replied, plopping into a chair.
“I’ll order the tea,” Sara’s lilting voice joined in.
“One large pot of tea coming right up,” Lucinda offered, moving toward the kitchen with a grin.
“Thank you,” Quil repeated, stifling a yawn.
“Will the whole family be joining you?” Lucinda asked, returning with a large tray.
“Yes, Cameron insisted I get out,” Quil said. “I’m looking forward to a nice, hot meal.”
“It will get easier,” Maud said, cooing at her grandson as she bounced him on her lap.
“He’s getting so big,” Lucinda smiled, pouring tea for both of the women.
“Three months already,” Quil said. “If only he’d learn to sleep through the night.”
A soft tug on the server’s skirt made her look down.
“Miss ‘cinda. Can we get our dinner now?” little Sasha asked.
“I’ll be right there,” she offered, placing the teapot on the table.
Moments later she arrived at the corner table once more, carrying three steaming bowls of savory stew and a basket of biscuits on a tray.
“Hi Miss Lucinda,” Toby said. “You look real nice today.”
“Thank you, Toby.” She smiled at the cheeky boy.
“The food sure smells good.” Toby continued, lifting his spoon. “Did you make the biscuits?”
“I did,” Lucinda smiled. She liked the troublesome boy, who spoke his mind.
“They’re my favorite.,” he said, reaching for a fluffy, golden-brown round. “Too bad you couldn’t marry my uncle, then maybe we could eat like this all the time,” he finished unceremoniously, stuffing half a biscuit in his mouth.
Lucinda Farrow blushed with embarrassment. She knew there was little chance of ever having love and a family of her own.
She needed to care for her mother, and that was a full-time job.
The End
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