Ronnie lingered in her seat, enjoying a piece of coconut cream pie and another decaf. The place was empty, and Marion had gone to the kitchen some time ago. To avoid me or has she left, too?

Her coffee drunk and no Marion in sight, Ronnie stood. A few steps, and she was in the kitchen, which was empty as well. She turned and ran into Olivia, the other waitress.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ronnie explained. "I'm looking for Marion."

"Sorry, but Marion's left for the night, and ...