I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

looked sick of all of us.

“Jesus Christ.”

A couple at the next table glanced over. Good. Let them.

I pulled my wallet out and handed Nick my debit card.

He took it, then leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. “I’ll only charge the salad and fries.”

I looked at him. “No. Charge whatever we ordered.”

He hesitated. “Ma’am.”

“Please.”

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