I hate you and your job and I didn't bother setting an alarm because you changed my schedule at the last minute you repulsive little fuck.
But you gave the command to lie, so instead of saying what you want to say, you reply, "Sorry, Ricky. The car broke down. Sasha's having some troublee fixing it. I should be there soon."
"You'd better fucking be. We've already got customers and it's not my job to do this." He hangs up.
You prod Sasha gently. She yawns, and the two of you head out.
The drive is short and uneventful. You roll into the diner like you usually do--looks like there's barely anyone here--just one of the semis that was here when you left and a minivan. Sasha gives you a peck on the cheek and then heads in the front while you head around to the back. Luckily, Ricky is too busy to be waiting for you. You go to pick up a fresh apron and notice something is resting on top of the stack.
It's a porcelain mask. It looks like a stylized calf.
You do that almost involuntarily when you realize what it is.
And then you do it on purpose because fuck calves.
As you smash it, Ricky comes in. When he's in front of customer's he's a big, jolly man, always friendly to children, always telling jokes and smiling.
Alone with you, he is a fountain of rage, verbal abuse, and constant attempts to make you work way, way more than you should.
"What do you fucking think you're doing, bringing her here?" He spits. You know that there is a certain word he wants to say, and the only thing stopping him is the discrimination lawsuit you can file against him if he lets it slip.
"She drove me here. Like she always does. Not my fault she's hungry." You reply, putting on her apron. You don't see any shards of the mask.
"Well, make sure she doesn't do anything here. This is a family establishment. We don't need that kind of behavior."
You sigh, say none of the things you want to say, and start your shift.
> Tell her about the calf mask under the pretense of giving her a coffee. Also, actually give her one. A free one. Because Ricky can go fall down a well.
You give her a free coffee and tell her about the calf mask. She looks a little worried.
"Do you think it's connected? To the curse? And Fallow Fields?" She asks. The thought makes you shudder to even conceive. You very nearly got sacrificed. By your own parents. If it wasn't for Sasha...
"Order up!" You hear from the kitchen. You sigh dismally, but Sasha squeezes your hand, and you perk up a bit. Just enough to give a rather large breakfast to a rather early rising family out on their summer road trip.
The first few hours of your shift go pretty well. More customers come in, and some are a little rowdy, but with Sasha here, just a glance makes the day go easier.
It's at about 7:30 that you glance out the window and stop for a moment.
There's a little girl out there, dressed in slightly more modern clothes--if you had to guess, you'd say the 20's. She's wearing a mask that looks very much like a spider's face.
She's staring right at you. It looks like she's holding something, but you can't quite see what.