He spoke a moment with Mom and John, but I didn’t really pay any attention to what they were saying. It was taking all of my mental powers to keep that Truffle down.
After all the excitement of coming to a fancy restaurant, I was feeling less than impressed. I just wanted to go home and have some real food. Heck, I’d even settle for some of Micah’s Machewie.
To my immense horror, when I finally looked up to see what Mom and John where doing, I saw this big man dressed… well, dressed exactly the way you would expect a French chef to dress. He emerged from the kitchen and walked directly to our table.
A little voice inside my head uttered, “Oh no! Alvin, you are a dead man!”