Food for Thought. It’s a Café 6.

In the previous Café Six, we left Denise, Bar Tender of the SSC&B and her late night visitor…

“What the hell is a Proprietor?”

Daybreak slowed only a fraction, passing through the leaded glass wall of Loft 7.  Still and silent as only a shadow-silhouette, the black shapes of 2 women, one barely constrained, even as a shadow figure; the other, calm as slack tide mocking the self-assuredness of the oriental carpet covering the wide-board floors.

Tilting her head slightly to the left, as if it would help form words more logically, Denise brushed sleep tossed bangs back from the right side of her face. “You know, a more formal name for “owner”, see there’s 6 other Proprietors besides myself; collectively known as the 7 Proprietors of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro…it’s pretty cool really, how” 

Impatience, egging on the pout appearing on the other woman’s face,  “Uh, huh…yeah, whatever – put on some clothes, we’re gonna hit that all night diner I passed on my way over here, catch up on the last 10 years over pancakes.”