Chapter 130 One-hundred And Thirty

• Millicent
• The evening rush at Opal's was in full swing. My feet ached, my back hurt, and the smell of bacon was making me queasy again, but I pushed through it like I did every day. Three more hours until I could go home for the day.
• "Order up!" Betty called from the kitchen, and I grabbed the plates, balancing them carefully as I navigated between tables. The diner was packed with the usual dinner crowd - construction workers grabbing meals after their shifts, retired folks discussing today's news, young mothers trying to keep their toddlers from making too much of a mess.