Iris stood at the counter refilling the sugar dispensers and glanced over at Mark now and then. She watched as he devoured the breakfast, but thought he ate in a strange manner. He would cut the ham, and then put down the knife and fork, look out the window, then make another slice, put down the utensils again, and stare out the window. There was nothing outside the window to see except the cars that were passing by. He’s a strange character, she thought.
She was suddenly startled by a voice in her ear. “He’s a good lookin’ man, ain’t he?”
It was Molly, whispering loudly from behind her.
“I guess so,” replied Iris.
“You ought to ask him out on a date,” suggested Molly.
“Are you crazy?” Iris retorted.
“Well, that’s how I got Virgil. He was too shy, so I did the askin’.”
“Please spare me,” Iris pleaded.
“Can I ask you something?”
Before Iris could reply, Molly continued. “You’re not gay are you?”
“No Molly, I’m not gay! But if I were, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Why would you ask such a silly question?”
“Well, I never heard you talk about goin’ out on a date, and that time I tried to set you up with Virgil’s brother, Earl, you weren’t interested. So I just wondered.”
“Virgil’s brother, Earl? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Hey! Molly. Are you going to pick-up these orders? They’re getting cold!” Len yelled from the kitchen window.
“Keep your shirt on,” Molly muttered, and then made it over to the window.
Iris stood there shaking her head. Molly had a heart of gold, but had to be one of the stupidest and crudest people she had ever met. The thought of getting mixed up with her, Virgil, and brother Earl, almost made her nauseous.