Charlotte and Elizabeth Amanda both looked up as the cocktail waitress approached. “Oh, goodie,” Charlotte said. “I’ll have a Stoli’s martini, double onions, and she … what do you want E. A.?”
“Well the doctor ,,,” Elizabeth Amanda started.
“Oh, what do they know? Come on, my treat. You can’t make me drink alone. Get her a gimlet. You like those, right? And we’ll be ordering lunch, of course.”
“I’ll send Candi right over with the menus. Is there anything else, Mrs. Witholdt?” At Charlotte’s nod she withdrew. Charlotte leaned forward and whispered, “You know, if you call it lunch, you can drink as much as you like.”
A young waitress with a bouncy, brown ponytail approached. They gave their orders but before the girl could leave, Charlotte looked up with a discerning eye.
“Your name is Candice, isn’t it? Aren’t you Joe Garcia’s daughter?”
“Y-yes, ma’m,” the girl said, hunching her shoulders slightly.
“And who was that young man you were talking with behind the church last Sunday?”
“You mean Bobby Richardson? He’s just a friend, honest.”
“Yes, well the next time you see your friend Mr. Richardson, be sure to tell him that when the Church committee makes a rule about no headbands in church, that includes neckties around the forehead.”
“Well, I don’t see him very oft … “
“And you may also tell him that, as of today, anyone wearing inappropriate clothing, or clothing worn in any way it wasn’t meant to be worn, will be asked to spend the remainder of the service in the Reverend’s office and meet with Reverend Bostworth afterwards.”
“Yes ma’m, but I really don’t …”
“Oh, come on, Dear. There’s a whole gang of you that - what do you call it, ‘hang out’? - in back of the church, you just tell him, all righty?”
*The young waitress blushed. “Yes ma’m, I’ll go get your order.”
“Well,” Charlotte said, sipping her newly-arrived cocktail, “That takes care of THAT.”
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