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“I’ll have the tart please.” I looked up from behind the counter. “Oh look she’s already here, but she stinks so much I think she’s past her used by date!”
‘Shit, it’s HER!’ I thought as I looked up and saw Simon’s annoying bitch of a wife standing before me. “Can I help you Miss?” I asked trying to avert any sort of scene in my own coffee shop.
“Can you help me? CAN YOU HELP ME? I very much doubt that but as a warning to any other married woman in this place I’d be happy to let them know that you can help them by fucking their husband.”
Although most of the diners at my cafe sat with their heads down not looking there was a few that poked their heads up too see what the commotion was. It was bad enough she was making a scene with her loud voice but to do so with such crass words was just not acceptable.
“I’m sorry that you seem to be upset Miss, can I offer you a cup of coffee, or maybe even a Chai Latte to calm you down, it’s on the house.”
“Oh, so you drag my fucking husband into your little whore house, suck his dick, fuck him stupid and all you want to do is offer me a free coffee? What are you going to offer my kids when they ask where their fucking father is? A cupcake?”
“Miss if you wont calm down I think you better leave.”
Just as I finished my statement Sonya walked out too see what all the yelling was about.
“Leave? I don’t want to be here in the first place. I didn’t come in for your free sympathy tart, I came in to tell you to keep your grubby fucking hands off my husband’s dick!”
Three customers got up and walked out of the cafe, they had been sitting down a long time and had had plenty of time to finish their drinks but whether they were leaving for that reason I wasn’t sure. Sonya stepped around the counter.
“I think it’s time you left Miss.” Sonya said as she stepped up next the woman, I thought she was going to grab the woman’s hand and drag her out.
“I’m not going any-fucking-where.”
“Miss didn’t you say you didn’t want to be here?” Sonya said taking over the situation from me, something I was quiet happy for her to do.
“Who the fuck do you think your are bitch? I came here to talk to…” SHE looked at my name badge as if she’d never seen it before and laughed, then made reference to my name, Kat. “Oh that’s just so sweet, my husband is being screwed by a fucking pussy. Well Kat the pussy…”
Sonya stepped in again. “Miss, you have had your say, it’s obviously based on misinformation and you are now making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.”
“I’m making a fool of myself what about this fucking trollop.”
“That’s it,” Sonya said as she grabbed the woman’s arm and started to walk her to the front door. “You obviously have your wires crossed, you do not know what you are talking about and you are offending our customers with your screaming, swearing and silly little stories about Katrina.”
Sonya was gently shoving her out the open door.
”I’m not fucking going anywhere until that slut over there apologizes and tells me she’s not going to fuck my husband any more.”
Just then Sonya leaned in next to her ear and whispered something, it only lasted about twenty seconds but as soon as she was finished there was a total transformation.
Standing in the doorway SHE addressed the entire cafe. “Ladies and gentleman, and especially the children, I am so sorry for my outburst, it’s no excuse but I lost my medication and Sonya here is now going to take me back to the hospital.”
With that Sonya escorted her out of the shop and down the street. Those still left in the cafe went back to what they were previously doing, whether they believed the confession I didn’t know or care because some how Sonya had restored peace.
I had to wait nearly fifteen minutes before Sonya came back, the peace was almost harmonic and when she did she came back in the back door and waited for me in the kitchen.
“What the hell did you say to her?”
“I told her that if she didn’t make the apology and leave I’d tell Simon that she was sleeping with me.”
“How the hell did that work?” I asked?
“I have no idea but the entire time that I was escorting her down to the supermarket car park, all she said was “please don’t tell him, please don’t tell him.”
Confused and stunned I had nothing else to say.