Chapter 3: The Talk around TownI practically had to scream at the cook, Eduardo, so that he could understand me over the crappy country music that blasted from the speakers. He squinted his eyes and leaned closer to the window so that he could read the ticket before he offered a curse and returned to cooking. I was still watching him when I heard my name being called by a familiar voice.
At first, I thought the voice was merely a figment of my imagination. In no way did I actually think that voice would ever be heard in a place like this, but when I turned around I saw Velma Van Ross standing on the other side of the counter. She was wearing a tan pants suit, probably Chanel or Gucci, sunglasses that made her look like a bug, and a sunhat so large that it flopped around her barely wrinkle
