You’ve been served
“Hello, Mrs. Osborne. How’s Mr. Osborne?” John said. “Hello John,” Mrs. Osborne said. “Hey, there John, Abby,” Mr. Osborne said, as he came to the front on crutches. “Hi,” Abby said. “You’re back at work already?
It’s only been four days. How’s your ankle?” John said. “It still hurts, but I couldn’t leave my wife here by herself during the holidays. This is our busiest time of year,” Mr. Osborne said. “I understand, but I also want you to take care of yourself. I don’t want this injury to cause anymore injuries.
I’m really not sure if it’s a good idea for you to be back at work. What happened to, umm, I forget his name.” “Anthony?” Mr. Osborne said. “Yes, Anthony,” John said. “John are you sure you’re okay?
I’ve noticed that you forget things fairly quickly to be a young man,” Mrs. Osborne said. “Yes, I’m fine,” John said. “Daddy isn’t a young man. He’s old. Well not as old as…”
“Abby!” John said. Mrs. Osborne laughed. “It’s okay. I know we’re ancient to you, Abby,” she said. “Anyway, about Anthony.
He’d worked ten days straight, so he has the next four days off. He’s going home to Arkansas, to spend Thanksgiving with his family. “My grandparents are coming to visit us, for Thanksgiving,” Abby said. “Really? I bet you’re going to be happy to see them,” Mrs. Osborne said.
“Yes. Grandma and grandpa is traveling all the way from Connecticut,” Abby said. “Really, is that where the two of you are from?” Mrs. Osborne said. “No, we’re from Jersey,” John said. “So, what made you move down here?
Not that we’re complaining; we’re happy to have you, but you’re a long way from home,” Mr. Osborne said. “Daddy wanted to move far away from grandma. She keeps asking dad, when is he going to start dating again. She thinks daddy’s depressed,” Abby said. “Whoa, Abby.
I think you’ve shared enough with Mr. and Mrs. Osborne. We don’t want to bore them to death,” John said. “Oh, no. This is actually, pretty interesting,” Mr. Osborne said. “I’ll say,” Linda said, as she walked up to the counter and gave Mrs. Osborne her bank card to swipe.
“Hey, Linda,” Mrs. Osborne said, before handing Linda her peppermint mocha cappuccino. “Linda, hi. How embarrassing. How much of that did you hear?” John said. “Enough,” Linda said.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been depressed too… Well, more like on the verge of an anxiety attack,” Linda said. “Oh, I’m not depressed, but I’m sorry that you are. Can I help?” John said. “John’s a doctor,” Mrs. Osborne whispered. “
“Is that so?” Linda said. “I am,” John said, with a smile. “Well John, work hasn’t caused me to completely lose my mind, so I don’t need a doctor yet, but I do need an assistant. My last assistant moved to Georgia a couple of weeks ago, and my Advertising agency’s been swamped. Do you know anyone that could help me out, at least during the holidays?”
“Sorry, I don’t.” “I could help,” Abby said. “Oh, how kind of you Abby. I appreciate the offer, I’ll keep you in mind,” Linda said, before giving John a wink. He smiled. A man walked in with a manilla envelope.
“I’m looking for either Phillip, or Beatrice Osborne,” he said. “I’m Phillip Osborne,” Mr. Osborne said. “You’ve been served,” the man said, before turning to leave. Then he turned back around and said, “I’m sorry, but can I buy a cup of coffee.” Everyone gave the man a blank stare.
“Never mind, I’ll just go,” he said. Mrs. Osborne took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. Here you go, have a great day,” she said before handing the man a cup of coffee. He handed her a five dollar bill, and told her to keep the change.
“Geez, a whole fifteen cents,” Abby said. “Abby,” John said. “Sorry dad,” she said. “What’s going on? Are the two of you in trouble?” Linda said.
“Miracle Beans is going into foreclosure,” Mrs. Osborne said.