- SEVEN WEEKS LATER -

Remember everything I said about there being worse things than making a mistake?

I may have been wrong about that.

"Somethin' wrong?" Cynthia asks me, wiping her hands on her apron.

I look up from the menus I've been wiping down. "No, no, I'm fine." There's only one table of customers at the moment, which means we've spent most of the last hour cleaning up and readying the diner for the morning ...