Ana brushed the dark hair back from her face and asked, "How is everybody doing? Have you got enough room here?"
Hearing no objections, she said, "My name is Ana, and I will be your server,” and then moved smoothly around the table to hand out menus.
“Yes, we’re just fine,” the grandfather answered for everyone. “We’re on vacation and we got lots of fresh air and sunshine in the dunes this morning, didn’t we boys?”
Their groans brought a smile to Ana’s face. “Where are you from?” she asked.
“Chicago,” they replied together.
“Really? I grew up there. My mother and grandfather still
live there,” she said and felt her stomach contract. “But now, I live right next door.” She pointed out the window to an apartment building facing the harbor beyond the parking lot.
“You must like it here,” the boys’ grandfather said with a wave towards the harbor where boats were silhouetted against glinting sunlight.
Ana looked over at the breeze-ruffled water where masts shifted from side to side as boats tugged at their moorings. It reminded her of preparing her first step with a tango partner in her abuelo’s dance studio. Although it had been three years since she fled the city and left dancing behind, the physical memory calmed her enough to refocus on her order pad.
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Hearing no objections, she said, "My name is Ana, and I will be your server,” and then moved smoothly around the table to hand out menus.
“Yes, we’re just fine,” the grandfather answered for everyone. “We’re on vacation and we got lots of fresh air and sunshine in the dunes this morning, didn’t we boys?”
Their groans brought a smile to Ana’s face. “Where are you from?” she asked.
“Chicago,” they replied together.
“Really? I grew up there. My mother and grandfather still
live there,” she said and felt her stomach contract. “But now, I live right next door.” She pointed out the window to an apartment building facing the harbor beyond the parking lot.
“You must like it here,” the boys’ grandfather said with a wave towards the harbor where boats were silhouetted against glinting sunlight.
Ana looked over at the breeze-ruffled water where masts shifted from side to side as boats tugged at their moorings. It reminded her of preparing her first step with a tango partner in her abuelo’s dance studio. Although it had been three years since she fled the city and left dancing behind, the physical memory calmed her enough to refocus on her order pad.
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