Alice let the screen door slam behind her as she stepped
out of the steamy kitchen onto the back porch of the café. Pulling an empty
milk crate away from the wall with one hand, she scrounged her apron pocket for
her cigarettes with the other. The carton had one slightly bent Virginia Slim
left in it and she withdrew it carefully. Her tips had been good this morning.
She’d be able to buy another pack before withdrawals kicked in.
She perched daintily on the milk crate and lit her
cigarette with a shaky hand. Blowing out the smoke, she leaned back against the
wall intent on relaxing. Behind her, the sounds of the kitchen echoed across
the fresh fall air.
Rattling dishes, sizzles from the grill, the chatter of
the other waitresses seasoned with occasional laughter all offset by Murphy
growling orders. He hadn’t been happy when he saw her edging towards the door
but he couldn’t exactly fault her for taking her break just then. He knew who had just settled herself at
the lunch counter. Knew and understood.
Alice flicked ash off her apron and grimaced. That woman.
Came in every day at the same time and always sat in Alice’s section. Her ample
figure spilled over both sides of the stool but it would have been more
difficult to fit in a booth.
“Order up!” She heard Murphy bark. One blue plate special
being handed across the serving window where little Amber Dawn would stand on
tippy-toes to reach it before delivering it with a big smile to the woman at
the counter. Let Amber Dawn be the benefactor of Mrs. Horseman’s unsolicited
advice today. Alice wasn’t going to rush back in there.
She finished her cigarette and glanced at her watch. She
still had a few more minutes before she had to head back inside—enough time to
pop over to the Shell Station and grab another pack of smokes. She hated that
she’d picked up this nasty habit again but, C’est la Vie.
She peeked in through the screen. Mrs. Horseman was bent
over her plate, the floppy hat she favored bobbing slightly as she scooped up
her mashed potatoes. Next to her on the counter, being jostled by her elbow was
the main reason Alice had needed to escape. Feeling heat rising inside her, Alice whirled around and
headed to the gas station.
For the entire three months Alice had been working at
Murphy’s Diner, Mrs. Horseman hadn’t missed a day. At first it had been fine; Mrs.
Horseman was trying to be supportive of Alice’s need to work. But as the weeks
went on and it became clearer that the older woman had an agenda, it had become
awkward. Now it was just plain irritating. The final straw had come over the
last few visits, when Mrs. Horseman had pulled her bible out of her purse.
Alice did not need this woman preaching at her. That was when she started
pulling her disappearing acts.
The beeping of the delivery truck woke her from her
reverie. She grinned when she saw the bearded face of the driver through the
cab window.
“Hey Bernie!” She waved. Bernie leaned out the window,
one beefy arm resting on the opening.
“Hey yourself.” He swung down from the truck cab,
stretching as he did. “Taking a break?”
Alice crossed her arms tightly and jerked her head in the
direction of the restaurant. “Oh, that old biddy Horseman is in for lunch. I
needed to escape for awhile.”
Bernie chuckled. “She’s trying to save your soul Alice.”
“Yah, well, I don’t need saving. Why doesn’t she go after
Marshall? He’s the one who walked out.”
Bernie scratched his beard.
“Alice! Yoo-hoo, Alice!”
Good grief, it was Amber Dawn hollering from the back
door of the café. Alice waved, “Be right there!”
Turning back to Bernie she pressed some money into his
hand. “I gotta get back over there. Be a doll for me Bern and buy me a pack of
Virginia Slims. Menthol.”
Before Bernie could protest Alice was gone.
Back inside the kitchen Alice met the stony glare of her
boss. “Sorry Murph. I lost track of time.”
Murphy nodded towards the dining area. “Your presence is
requested out yonder.”
“My presence...?” She whirled around to see Mrs. Horseman
still at the counter. Her heart sank. “Lord, have mercy.” Mustering up her
strength she squared her shoulders and marched through the swinging café doors.
Determined to be polite Alice forced a smile. “Hello Mrs.
Horseman.”
“Oh there you are Alice. I was afraid you’d taken ill. I
haven’t seen you for a few days.” Mrs. Horseman beamed. “I just wanted you to
know our ladies circle is still praying for you. We wanted you to have this.”
With a flourish she presented Alice with a book.
Alice read the title. “The Power of a Praying Wife.”
Lovely.
Woodenly she listened as Mrs. Horseman plowed on. “Our
ladies circle did this book as a study last year and it was simply amazing! One
can never underestimate the power of prayer my dear.”
Alice felt the heat returning around her collar. Her
palms itched. She hoped Bernie showed up with those cigarettes and soon. “Thank
you Mrs. Horseman but I don’t think--”
“Oh no need to thank me hon. just knowing you’ll be
reading and praying is thanks enough.” Mrs. Horseman stood, sweeping her purse
and bible from the counter, nearly knocking her dishes off in the process.
Alice reached out to settle them and the book slipped out of her hand. As she
bent to retrieve it the empty carton of Virginia Slims fell from her pocket.
She heard the gasp from Mrs. Horseman and didn’t need to
look up to know how aghast the woman was. Alice contemplated her choices.
She scooped up the book and the crumpled cigarette carton
and straightened. Facing Mrs. Horseman she took a deep breath.
“I appreciate your prayers and your concern, I really do.
But I’m doing fine. I know Marshall’s decision to leave has been a shock to
everyone but he’s not coming back. The sooner we all accept it the better. I’m making
peace with it and I hope you will too. But” she pushed on, ignoring Mrs.
Horseman’s’ sputtering.
“I can assure you, I have not turned my back on God. I
just need some time to figure things out.”
“We—we’d love to see you in church again Alice.”
Alice sighed. “It’s not a good place for me right now.
Surely you can understand that. ”
“I know it must feel awkward
Alice, but we’re your family.
Regardless of what Pastor Marshall has done…”
Alice held up her hand. “I need time. You need to
respect that.”
Her eyes locked with Mrs. Horseman and for the first time
since she’d started working at Murphy’s she sensed something other than
sympathy coming from the older woman.
With a deep sigh, Alice dropped her hand and turned away.
She felt Mrs. Horseman’s hand on her arm.
“Of course dear. You take all the time you need. And
remember, we’re here for you. I’m here.”
Nodding, Alice retreated to the back room. Ignoring the
looks from Murphy and the other waitresses, Alice pushed her way back outside.
There on the milk cartoon she found a fresh carton of Virginia Slims and a
chocolate bar.
Bless that Bernie.
* written in response to the writing prompt of incorporating the following characters into a story: chain smoker, preacher's wife, delivery man.