on the menu for a weekâtheyâre selling well.â She lowered her voice, talking to us as friends. âI hope he finds a way to deal with his anger. Heâs threatened to walk out if we donât cancel our order, and I told him we werenât canceling, and that if he wanted out, I wouldnât try to convince him to stay. Iâm not sure he believed me.â
âWhat does Chef Ray say?â
âThat we need him.â She raised her chin. Her eyes were as hard as iron, and unforgiving. âEveryoneâs replaceable.â
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After weâd finished our entrees. Suzanne stopped by our table. âHow was dinner?â
I made a yum-yum smacking noise. âWonderful. As always.â
âTerrific,â Ty said.
I glanced at Heather and Jason. Theyâd moved to the dining room for dinner and were seated by a window, along with another couple, maybe Jasonâs best friend, Chuck, and his wife, Sara. I was glad to see that Heather and Jason seemed calm and that although Jasonâs smart phone sat on the table beside his knife, he wasnât using it.
âAny dessert tonight?â Suzanne asked.
âI was telling Ty more about Anaâs cakes. I was filmed today for her pilot, by the way.â
âYouâre in the show?â Suzanne clapped softly. âHow was it?â
âNerve-racking. Ana was amazing, though. Polished and warm and engaging.â
âI saw her on Good Morning, New England last fall sometime. She demonstrated how to convert doughnut holes into cute little apple treats using a red glaze, green frosting for the leaves, and black licorice bits for the stems. She made baskets of them as favors for a kidâs party. I couldnât take my eyes off her demonstrationâand I donât bake!â
âEven just hearing about it from you,â I said, âI want to know how to do it. What a gift!â
She laughed and drifted away to the next table. Ty and I decided to try one of Anaâs cakes. Ten seconds after our waiter disappeared into the kitchen, a plate shattered. I was about to say, âOops,â when a man began yelling.
âNo more!â he shouted.
From his accent, I could tell it was Maurice.
Tyâs brows shot up. âIâd say Maurice has anger issues.â
âNarcissism. If I donât get my way Iâm going to scream and pound my fists and heels on the floor until you give in.â
âAmazing seeing adults behave that way. Youâd think someone would have corrected his behavior by the time he reached puberty.â
âOr killed him,â I said.
Suzanne mouthed, âSorry,â as she hurried into the kitchen.
A moment later, the same manâs voice yelled, âYou should be ashamed. A cheap gimmick in a fine restaurant. And you want me to endorse it? Never!â A full minute of silence, then, âNo. No. No.â
âHe sounds crazed,â I whispered.
Suzanne reappeared, smiling around the dining room. She approached our table. âIâm so sorry you had to hear that. Your dessert will be right out, and of course, itâs on the house.â
âIs everything all right?â I asked.
She laughed without humor. âYou know I donât have children, right? My brother does, though, so I know all about time-outs. In this case, taking a breather is a practical solution to what really is a complex problem. Maurice is incredibly talented and dedicatedâbut he doesnât play nicely with others.â
We thanked her for comping the dessert, an unnecessary gesture, and she moved to the next table and repeated her apology.
Weâd selected a cake that featured a woodland scene, and it was delightfulâtrees and wildflowers and a moss-covered rock, a miniature forest filled with enchanting details sculpted out of frosting in about five inches of hollowed-out cake. Amazing.
âLook at those violets,â I
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