Monday, September 17, 2007
A Toast to the Shadows and Lamplight
The orange light of lanterns and table candles glowed on their faces.
"My feet hurt."
"Yeah, I know."
"If I die and go to hell, I think ten stories of these stone stairs will be waiting for me."
"Just be glad you're not one of the bus boys. I don't know how they do it."
The younger waitress sighed at the computer screen. "Why did they put a restaurant in the catacombs? I could be working at a Dairy Queen."
"It's not so bad."
Quiet laughter crept from a deeper chamber off to the right. Flickers played on the black mortar and the stairs.
"You need help with that wedding party?"
"It's a rehearsal dinner," the older waitress said.
"That's what I meant."
"No, I'm fine. I'm going back to check on them in a second."
"The bride's dress is nice."
"They seem like such a couple. You can see it when you catch their eyes. The groom is telling stories. I listened for a minute."
"I think my blister split open again."
"I like how we use the low room for the weddings. All the candles melting onto the wall."
"I'm going to shred these shoes in the garbage disposal."
"They brought a bottle of Sauternes. Even the wine sparkles like jewels in the candlelight." The deep creases of the woman's face bent into a lifetime of smiles. She looked down at her own wedding ring and thought of her husband's voice. "I hope they never forget."