When my mom saw me, she seemed to want to ask. But since Doug crossed behind me, my mom only stared at him and me.
Finally, after Doug returned to his table, my mom asked, “What happened, Em?’
“It’s Doug, mom. Douglas Campbell.”
My mom gaped. “Ah! What did he want?”
I sighed. “Doug wanted me back.”
“You said no, didn’t you, sweety?”
I grinned. “Of course, mom! He’s nothing compared to Marco.” When mentioning Marco, I smiled. But then my smile was fading.
“What is it, Em?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. I must get to work again, mom. Talk to you later.”
I was back in the dining room again. Elder Don raised his hand. So I approached his table.
“Yes, Elder Don?”
“I want my bill.”
I nodded. “Certainly. Please wait for a moment.” Then I walked back to my mom. “Mom, table two asked fo
