Eventually, Mark, the diner’s manager, called her into his office.
“I’ve seen what you’re doing. We can’t just give away free meals. This is a business.”
Jenny met his eyes. “Then take it out of my tips. Every plate.”
Mark frowned. “Your tips barely cover rent.”
Jenny folded her arms. “It’s my choice.”
Reluctantly, he agreed. And so, each morning, part of her meager income went toward keeping that boy fed.
The Empty Booth
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