georgia was taking an order when caroline sped past her and mumbled five. she didn’t even have to look up. she knew what it meant. it meant clem carmichael was in her usual booth and that everyone else was too much of a chicken to go near her.

they’d all learned early on that georgia seemed to be the only waitress that didn’t manage to get on clem’s bad side. because y’all treat her like a broken doll when she’s a strong ass woman. from that point on, table five was georgia’s. she wasn’t sure how that worked out on her days off, but clearly well enough, seeing as no one had been murdered yet.

she stopped at five and shook her head, taking the menu someone had stupidly placed on the table and throwing it over her shoulder. “heya clem, what can i get ya?”