10-26-2020, 04:45 PM
"What can I get for you two?" said the perky, cute waitress.
Johnny answered first "Coffee, black."
The waitress smiled and looked over to Delia "And you, ma'am?"
As if by instinct, or rather her bundles of nerves, she shot "The same..."
Unflinching, Johnny commented "No cream, or sugar?"
Delia, finding herself quite displaced by the night's events, seemed to be at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry, what?" she said hazily.
"Your coffee, you don't take cream or sugar?" he stamped out plainly.
"Uh.. no, NO. I... black is fine." she stammered.
"You alright, Delicato?" he asked.
It was then that she found herself. As if a spell had been broken.
"Yes, yes! Of course! I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" said the obviously shaken Detective.
Johnny continued staring at her, feeling something was amiss.
"OK, you just seemed... different, is all" he admitted.
A subtle outrage grew upon Delicato's face.
"Different? Different HOW? What is that supposed to mean?" she seethed.
By this time, the girlish waitress had returned with their coffee.
"Two black coffees. Will there be anything else?" she asked beaming.
"No, thank you very much, this will be all" Johnny said politely.
"OK, enjoy!" said the nice young lady as she turned and walked away.
For a few minutes, they sat in silence: Johnny sipping at his drink and Detective Delicato
just staring at the table. He saw this but said nothing. He could tell it was something she'd
have to process and understand. In her own time.
Johnny answered first "Coffee, black."
The waitress smiled and looked over to Delia "And you, ma'am?"
As if by instinct, or rather her bundles of nerves, she shot "The same..."
Unflinching, Johnny commented "No cream, or sugar?"
Delia, finding herself quite displaced by the night's events, seemed to be at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry, what?" she said hazily.
"Your coffee, you don't take cream or sugar?" he stamped out plainly.
"Uh.. no, NO. I... black is fine." she stammered.
"You alright, Delicato?" he asked.
It was then that she found herself. As if a spell had been broken.
"Yes, yes! Of course! I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" said the obviously shaken Detective.
Johnny continued staring at her, feeling something was amiss.
"OK, you just seemed... different, is all" he admitted.
A subtle outrage grew upon Delicato's face.
"Different? Different HOW? What is that supposed to mean?" she seethed.
By this time, the girlish waitress had returned with their coffee.
"Two black coffees. Will there be anything else?" she asked beaming.
"No, thank you very much, this will be all" Johnny said politely.
"OK, enjoy!" said the nice young lady as she turned and walked away.
For a few minutes, they sat in silence: Johnny sipping at his drink and Detective Delicato
just staring at the table. He saw this but said nothing. He could tell it was something she'd
have to process and understand. In her own time.
