“She wants another one,” Mr. Kumar said.
My day brightened.
“That’s cool too,” I told him.
“Hey, Kumar. You want coffee?” Tex called.
“Hello Tex! No, no coffee. I’ll take some tea, though.”
“No tea,” Tex said.
I turned my head and looked at the gazillion boxes of Celestial Seasonings lined up on shelves on the wall.
“We have tea,” I told Tex.
“Okay, then, I don’t make tea.”
I sighed and went behind the counter and made Mr. Kumar some tea.
I was handing him a cup when the door opened and Ally and Kitty Sue walked in.
“What’s shakin’?” Ally asked then spied Tex and Mr. Kumar. “Hey Tex. Mr. Kumar.”
“Do you want coffee?” Tex barked.
Both Ally and Kitty Sue took a step back.
“He’s replaced Rosie. He’s a java idiot savant,” I told them.
“Yeah, I’ll take a coffee,” Ally said (which was smart).
Tex lumbered behind the counter and started banging away.
“Girl’s Night Out still on for tonight?” Kitty Sue asked me.
“Yep,” I said.
“I’ll take some of that action,” Tex said.
We all looked at him.
“It’s Girl’s Night Out, Tex,” I explained.
“So? What? Are there rules?” Tex asked.
“Yes. The rule is, it’s a night out, for girls,” I answered.
“Woman, you think I’m missin’ another bar fight or quick draw, you’re crazy. I’m comin’ out with you tonight.”
Kitty Sue’s face got pale.
I figured it was best to give in before Tex gave Kitty Sue a heart attack.
“I’ll ask Tod and Stevie too, even out the numbers.”
The door opened and a short, slight, dark-haired man walked in with fashionably mussed hair and a well-tailored suit. He was carrying a bright greeny-blue Tiffany’s bag.
“Is there an India Savage here?” he asked.