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By the tall window he sipped coffee, never letting go of the handle while caressing the cup with the other hand, where it hovered over the receiving plate. I watched him from the alcove of my work area, where I scanned for tables to bus and patrons needing a refill; though, it was the waitresses' job. I did it for the pony-tailed blonde with nylon skirt that pleasingly slid up her long thighs, whenever she reached beneath the heat lamps for orders. I served her because she could speak to a lonely dishwasher's heart with warm words eliding every so tenderly over each bird-sung syllable until her break. He sat in the same window booth most everyday I worked and only ordered the java that seemed sustain him enough to go on reveries viewing a warm scene. Did I mention that I knew him, felt compelled to serve him, knowing some universal thing that linked us. His name was Ken, my brother's father-in-law. We nodded acknowledgment of one another most days, before I started assisting Sarah, who took her breaks, today with Bill, the other dishwasher, out back. I watched Lisa cover tables, but not for this girl who spun my dizzied heart, that needed her warming words when I covered her area on that day when Ken slumped in his booth and stopped peering out the tall window, while I wondered if anyone was going to check to see if the divorced man was okay. I stood in my alcove, and in horrified silence, as the ambulance drove away, never moving, never gesticulating, to this day wondering if I have it in me to cover tables for Sarah. If I could just hear the words spoken Can I warm that up for you? once in the years it took since I quit that job. Bill grew old. Sarah aged, too. Lisa is a grandmother and I'm with Ken today, and never mind where I've been. I've never known the meaning of warm. 5.11.20 |