“What can I get for you two?” The waitress who came up to us wasn’t our usual waitress. She was older, had been through more. “Oh, hi! I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Ana.” “Daphne.” This waitress wasn’t nearly as interested in being friends with us as Ana might have hoped. “What happened to Kimberly?” Ana asked. “Oh, not sure. Just filling in for the day.” “Ah. Okay, well, we’ll make this easy on you. Two eggs Benedict and I’ll have an iced tea like she has,” I said.
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