Abby

The restaurant is closed for the evening, and it’s about time that I gather my team for an impromptu

meeting.

“Listen up, everyone. I know it’s been a long day, but we need to talk about something important.”

My eyes scan over the faces of my staff: Anton, the homeless chef who turns out to be a culinary genius;

Daisy, our beloved waitress who once worked the streets; Ethan, a war veteran with a limp who has

become my trusted restaurant manager; John, a single father with a past alcohol problem; and finally Karl,

my ex-husband turned line cook.

Anton sets down his ladle and wipes his hands on his apron. “Is everything okay, Abby?”

Enter title…

about that article,” I hesitantly begin, fully aware that I’m opening a can of worms.

be prepared for

looks up, her eyes narrowing. “So what are you saying? We should

I say. “I mean, come on, let’s be real: Anton,

Daisy, you have a past you’re trying to move away from. Ethan, you’ve got your

scars, and—”

his eyes that I’ve never

ashamed of us,

face flush.

But I have to

shooting me a sideways look. “What are you suggesting?

place seem more ‘normal’, like

be good to

Put out a press release saying, ‘Hey, come

our staff is just as messed up

when you put it that way, it does sound terrible, doesn’t

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