It Begins
The screech of a chair being scraped against the floor jarred her ears. She turned to find the woman standing behind her. “My bill can’t be $24,” she declared with her hands on her hips.
But didn’t Ana try to warn her some twenty minutes ago? The server recalled the woman’s mean words, how she’d called her stupid, and asked if she was “using her brain as a hat.”
Instead of defusing the matter, Ana added more fuel to the flames.
