Chapter 7
For six long months it was enough. A cool warm May turned into a cold November and they worked their asses off.
Their every waking thought was consumed by the restaurant. At first, Manuel or Angelo had joined Sam on the daily shopping expeditions in the middle of his night. The restaurant closed at ten, they were cleaned up and out the door by eleven, and except for a few fantasies about Luisa, he’d be asleep by one. Up at six in the chill, predawn darkness to get the pick of the market at Pike Place. Asleep from seven to ten—if he got back to sleep, and then into the restaurant.
Soon, he and Manuel had agreed to alternate mornings and do the shopping for both restaurants. But even on their off days, they were likely to bump into one another at the market, just seeing if there
