"I'm going to give you some tough love, Baby, and say that this may be just what you needed in a way," Masani says, putting her arm around Francine as they sit on the couch.
Jake sits awkwardly across from them on the ratty yellow chair, not knowing what to say.
Francine sighs, her cheeks puffy from crying, "You might be right."
She grasps Masani's hand, "I think I'm just freaked out because it's so unexpected. I've been at Yaws for a long time. I didn't think we were friends, but I thought Michael liked me as an employee."
"You said they've been having trouble since the murder. Maybe firing you was just an excuse to cut the payroll," Masani says.
"Do you want me to go down there and beat him up?" Jake says, starting to growl.
Francine looks up at him, "Do you think you putting him in the Figure Four or something is going to get my job back? No, I should have just done what he told me to do and lied when anyone asked if they were at the table where the murder occurred."
"That doesn't sound like you, Sweets. I don't see you doing that. You have too good a conscience," Masani says.
"Sometimes I wonder if that's what's wrong with me? Having a conscience doesn't seem to do anything but cost me money. Why can't I just be a happy American and lie through my teeth that everything's all right? And why did that couple have to make such a fuss when I told them the truth?"
"I don't see what the big deal is. We've probably all been somewhere where somebody died," Jake says.
"Jake, dear, it's not exactly a romantic dinner if the couple thinks about someone getting his brains blown out where they're sitting," Masani says.
"If I ran that place, I'd charge extra for people to sit at that table. I bet some gorehounds would love it," Jake says.
"I think that's Exhibit A for why you don't run a restaurant, Honey," Masani says.
"Fuck that place. They'll probably be closing soon anyway. It's been dead for the past few weeks anyway," Francine says, sitting up.
"That's the spirit!" Masani says, "I know you've been looking for a change for some time. This might be the universe's way of nudging you to something better."
"'Dead'" Jake says, chuckling, "That's funny."
Francine and Masani look at him.
"Well, the dude gets killed and then Francine says the restaurant is dead. Get it?" Jake says, staring at their strange expressions.
Francine starts crying again.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.
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