Home to the Cowboy
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“Mom, where are all the napkin dispensers?” Tess looked around the luncheonette.
“I completely forgot I polished them last night. They’re behind the counter at the end. Don’t get them all smudgy with your fingerprints, though.”
“Am I supposed to wear gloves?” Tess teased, causing Bridgett to snicker.
“Here.” Maggie thrust a pair of disposable latex gloves at Tess as she walked past.
“I guess so.” Pulling them on, Tess began to set out a dispenser on each table.
Seeing her reflection in the side of the shiny chrome, Tess considered herself reasonably attractive. Which left her once again questioning what went wrong with Tim? If she’d gone on that last business trip with him he wouldn’t have returned married, although the logical side of her brain reasoned that since he did, he must have been having an affair for a while.
Tess glanced around. She’d missed the unpretentious and homey surroundings of the luncheonette. Trophies and photographs from Maggie’s Silkie Chicken competition days sat on a shelf above the kitchen pass-through window. It was a quirky little eatery, and her mother took pride in every square foot of it.
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