Making Plans

STORM

"Storm! Table 4 needs attending. Stop zoning out for god's sake. We don't have time for this." Jess literally shouted, her face clouding in annoyance, and then she eyed Storm badly for taking time to collect orders.

Storm wanted to cuss at her stepmother for letting her work this morning when the doctor had tasked her with at least four days of bed rest, but for their surroundings.

'Since you have the strength to club and dance, then you should be more than healthy to work at the restaurant.' Those were Jess' words this morning when the latter had knocked consistently and noisily on her door.

She had asked the woman about Miranda, who was supposed to help out since she hadn't gone back to college. Jess had replied that her daughter needed some rest after being out all night.