Televisions throughout the Bistro carried the continuing news of war around the world. Hattie signaled for the maître d’, who came running. “I doubt the potentate would appreciate this news depressing patrons who came in here for a little relaxation.” “I’m afraid it’s on every station, ma’am.” “There’s not even a music station of some kind?” “I’ll check.” Within moments, all the television sets in the Global Bistro showed music videos. Several applauded this, but Rayford sensed Hattie barely noticed.
Hattie, you just became my hero
