1. Darnell and Carmela-Chapter two


    Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Love Stories, Author: mattmoreau, Source: LushStories

    The job was cook's assistant: ten bucks an hour. I learned the ins and outs of the kitchen fairly quickly and the rest of the business piecemeal as I went along. I was determined to do a good job and not embarrass myself. Plus I wanted to more than earn the $400 a week the job paid me. I got a small cut of the tips on my shift too; that added another twenty to thirty a week extra to my check. The apartment she'd set me up in was small. It reminded me of the old place I'd had when I'd found her that night twenty years before. Nothing fancy, but serviceable. Oh, and the envelop she pushed across the table to me? It had $2,000 in it: my $400 plus $80 interest for each of the twenty years. She wasn't being extravagant, but she was being fair; I appreciated that. If she were only obtainable, I would love to have been able to take her back to Ohio and rub her in Jenna's face. That would have been the crowning achievement of my entire miserable existence. But delusions of grandeur that extravagant were not to even be contemplated. I wondered though, who her lover - husband, fiancé, whoever - was. ****** Cal Whitley was my boss. He was a genuine chef, not just some fairly talented cook. He'd studied Culinary Arts in New York many years before and had even done a stint at Delmonico's in the early eighties. I'd been working at the CR for almost nine months before I saw Carmela again. It was a strange meeting. "Darnell, someone out front wants to see yuh," said Cal. "Me?" I said. ...
    "Yeah, go on, I'll cover," said Cal. I wiped my hands off and headed toward the front. It was 11:00AM, the breakfast crowd had already cut country and we were getting ready for the lunch bunch. I rounded the counter where the register was and saw her. She looked fantastic. "Carmela, you look great," I blurted, then bit my tongue. She was the boss and I didn't want to mess with her or make her feel weird. She smiled brightly. "Thank you, Darnell. A woman needs to hear that once in a while," she said. "Yeah, well if you're not hearing it enough, shoot your husband," I said. Okay, I was fishing. "I'm not married, Darnell, but thank you again," she said. "Are you busy?" "Well, I mean, no. I mean there's the lunch crowd that's gonna be here soon. I mean you know," I said. "Well, I'm the boss, and I'm giving you the rest of the day off," she said. "But . . .?" "I'm taking you to lunch, but not here. I want to talk to you. Would that be all right?" she said. "Well, of course, but I have to tell Cal. I'm kinda leaving him in the lurch. I mean the lunch crowd . . ." "I've taken care of that. Cal will be all right. His wife's coming in to help him. She used to work here. She was your predecessor before she decided to go to school," she said. "Oh, okay," I said. "Sure then." Kong, a.k.a. Albert drove us to small bar and grill on the edge of town. The ride took seventeen minutes. I knew because I kept looking at my new forty dollar watch. Not a word was spoken between us. Every once in a ...
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