“I’m mad at you,” Edelgarde said. She stood by the entrance to the kitchen hands on her hips. Bill noted that she didn’t look angry. He noted that despite her words she was pretty much smiling.
He stopped what he was doing, walked past Jimmy G and stood close to her. “Why’s that?”
“You know why.”
“Tell me,” he said.
“How you go with her and not invite me?” Edelgarde shifted her weight on her feet like she was doing a little shimmy.
“Let me know when you have to pee,” Bill said.
“Now,” Edelgarde said.
“I can’t leave here right now. Come back after the service.”
“You mean I have to wait that long to pee?”
Bill moved himself very close to Edelgarde, so close he could whisper in her ear, which he did. “Go pee, baby,” he said. “Come back after the service and I’ll be happy to hold your skirt even better than I did Rosie’s.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” Bill said.
Edelgarde turned and went out the double doors. Bill walked past Jimmy G again and went back to his work.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimmy G said.
“I don’t think that for a second,” Bill said.
Bill and Jimmy G did a final check of everything for the service and made sure it was the way they wanted it. When they were done, when they were sure everything was set just so, Jimmy G said he had to go to the bathroom and cut out. As it worked out, he did not return for almost an hour.
Not long after Jimmy G was gone Edelgarde returned from the ladies room. On her way back into the dining room she stopped at the kitchen entrance and looked in on Bill. “See,” she said, “I really did have to pee.”
Because there were no orders working and because Jimmy G was gone, Bill stepped over to her. Without saying a word and without any hesitation, careful that no one else was around, he reached up under her little maid’s skirt and took a feel of her. He didn’t keep his hand there long, but he made sure to help himself to a nice, intimate feel of her. For her part, Edelgarde shifted her legs slightly to open some and make it easier for him to feel what he wanted.
“I’m holding you to what you said,” Edelgarde said.
Bill didn’t say anything. He simply smiled at her and left it at that.
Unlike some of the other nights in the last week, they didn’t have their first order until after six. Jimmy G wasn’t missed and Bill was able to sit in his spot and rest. While Jimmy G was gone, Jimmy Banquet Chef came by. Bill did not bother to get up when he showed up and walked into the kitchen to look around. The banquet chef stirred a few things in the steam table, checked out the prime rib, checked out the filet of sole special he had left, checked out some other things.
“We’ll run the roast tenderloin as tomorrow’s special,” the banquet chef said. “I felt like cooking the fish, so I made enough of that for tonight’s special.”
“No problem,” Bill said. “Doesn’t matter to me one way or another.”
“I didn’t think it would,” the banquet chef said.
Jimmy Banquet Chef stayed a little while and looked out the serving window. It was clear he was looking at the lovely waitresses of The Falstaff Room and clearly enjoying himself as he did so.
“They are pretty, aren’t they?” Bill said.
“That’s for sure,” the banquet chef said.
“Good fun watching them too.”
“Sure is.” Then, without turning and still looking at the lovely Rosie and Edelgarde, the banquet chef told Bill was cutting out early because there wasn’t much work. He told Bill that the chef would come down late make sure everything was put to bed correctly and the kitchen was closed properly.
Once again Bill said, “No problem.”
