From then on, the diner became part of their routine. Looking back, Leo gave me clues for years. I simply never understood what they meant. When he was nine, he told me Marcy had touched his shoulder. I immediately became concerned.
“Did you tell her you didn’t like it?”
“Yes, Mama.”
“What happened?”
“She said okay.”
The next month, he mentioned something else.
“Marcy doesn’t ring the bell when I’m there anymore.”
“What bell?”
“The service bell, Mama.”
Chloe explained that the sharp sound bothered him, so the staff had stopped using it during his visits. I remember smiling and thinking how thoughtful they were. At twelve, Leo began talking about an elderly customer named Mr. Howard.
“Mr. Howard likes me.”
“Who’s Mr. Howard?”
“He drinks coffee, Mama.”
Chloe laughed and said the man drank about four cups every visit. Leo immediately corrected her math when she joked that he was thirty percent caffeine. We all laughed, and I thought nothing of it.
At fourteen, Leo came home almost thirty minutes late smelling like coffee and fryer oil.
“What were you doing?”
“Helping Marcy, Mama.”
“With what?”
“Sugar.”
He walked upstairs without explaining. Chloe laughed and told me Leo had reorganized every sugar packet holder in the diner because the colors had been mixed together.
“They were mixed, Aunt Chloe.”
“Apparently pink beside yellow violates international law.”
“They have sections, Aunt Chloe.”
After he disappeared upstairs, I looked at Chloe.
“Why is a waitress letting him organize tables?”
She hesitated.
“He likes helping, Kait.”
Something about the answer bothered me, but everyday life interrupted the conversation. Two years later, Leo returned with ketchup on his sleeve.
“What happened?”
“I filled bottles, Mama.”
I stared at Chloe.
“You mean Marcy lets customers refill ketchup now?”
“He was helping.”
“Again?”
For one second, Chloe looked uncomfortable. I almost pressed her for answers, but Leo called for me from upstairs. By the time I returned, Chloe was leaving. I never asked again.
I should have.
On the morning Leo turned eighteen, I asked where he wanted his birthday dinner.
“The diner!”
Chloe nearly spilled her coffee. I laughed and told her we were finally going to see the famous place she’d been taking him for ten years, but instead of looking pleased, she began suggesting alternatives.
“We could go somewhere nicer.”
“The diner is nice,” Leo said.
“I mean somewhere special.”
“The diner is special.”
Richard grinned.
“Birthday boy wins.”
But Chloe kept suggesting steakhouses and Italian restaurants. Leo refused every option. Finally, I folded my arms.
“Why don’t you want us going to the diner?”
Her face went pale.
“I never said that.”
“You’ve been taking him there for ten years. Now we’re going once and you’re trying to stop us.”
“Kait, you’re reading too much into this.”
Maybe I was. But Chloe had been my closest friend since childhood, and I knew exactly what she did when she lied: she picked at the skin beside her thumbnail. She was doing it now.
“I want the diner,” Leo said.
“Then that’s where we’re going.”
Chloe looked down at her coffee and barely spoke for the rest of the afternoon.
Now, sitting inside the diner, I finally understood why she had been so nervous. Everyone seemed to know Leo personally. Marcy didn’t even hand him a menu.
“Usual?”
“Grilled cheese today.”
She gasped dramatically.
“On your birthday? Living dangerously.”
Leo smiled. A teenage busboy walked past our booth and called over his shoulder.
“Saturday still good, Leo?”
“Yes.”
I immediately turned toward my son.
“What’s Saturday?”
Before Leo could answer, Chloe’s fork slipped from her hand and hit the plate with a loud clang. Leo flinched.
“Sorry,” she said quickly.
But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at me.
A few minutes later, an elderly man approached the table.
“Eighteen. Hard to believe.”
“Time doesn’t change based on whether you believe it, Mr. Howard,” Leo replied.
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