I know. That’s the point, Dad.
Dad looked out across the street at the used-car lot.
How long will you be here? Frank said.
We have to go back tonight, Dad said. He turned back.
Lorraine’s at home on Christmas break, Mary said. We don’t want to be away while she’s there.
We don’t close till eight and I have to help clean up. So it’ll be late.
We can wait for you, Mary said. She looked at Dad. Can’t we.
They won’t let you off any earlier? he said.
They might but I don’t want to lose this job. I’ve just had it a month. Do you want anything to eat?
I guess we can get some hamburgers, Dad said.
You want some chips too?
You don’t have any fries?
Not yet.
Frank left and went back to the kitchen.
He looks too thin, Mary said.
He always was thin. He’s probably always going to be thin.
You saw that bruise on his cheek?
He must of got hit, Dad said. In a fight or something.
Why would someone want to hit Frank?
I advise you not to ask him.
I know. I don’t intend to.
Maybe it wasn’t too bad, Dad said. Maybe he didn’t get the worst of it.
Frank came back carrying two thick crockery plates with the hamburgers and chips, lettuce and tomato and onion on the side. He stood for a while next to the table, talking. Then a boy about his age came out from the kitchen and stood beside him.
This is Harlan, Frank said. He wanted to meet you.
How do you do, Mary said.
The boy reached and shook her hand. His hair was long too.
This is my dad, Frank said.
He shook Dad’s hand. You’re from here in Denver? Dad said.
Yes, sir. I was working here before Franklin ever started.
Then you’ve been here a while, Mary said.
Too long. He looked at them. Well, it’s good to meet you. I’ve got to get back to the kitchen. He popped Frank on the back of the head and Frank turned and said, You better be careful, you might get in trouble, boy. The boy laughed and went back through the door. Frank watched him until he was gone and then looked at his parents. They were looking at each other. Then two women and a man entered the café and Frank went to meet them. They watched him and it was clear that he was good at meeting people, and soon the café got busy. Outside the light began to weaken along the street and Dad and Mary ate their food and when Frank came back they ordered pie and presently he brought the pie and set it down.
I asked Howard. He said I could get off at seven thirty if we aren’t too busy.
A half hour earlier than usual, Dad said.
Yes, plus missing out on cleanup. What do you want to do?
We’ll meet you out front, Dad said.
When they finished eating they left money on the table and went out to the car and drove to Civic Center. Colored lights were shining up from big lamps, flooded onto the fronts of the government buildings. Dad parked and they walked along the sidewalk in front of the buildings with other people, the families and their kids in heavy coats and caps. The buildings were all lit up for the holiday and the trees had colored lights strung in the bare branches. They walked by the museum and the public library and back to the car. They were sitting on the side street near the café for an hour before Frank came out. They waited and looked at the car lot and watched the diners through the big windows and saw Frank working at the tables. Everybody was eating and talking and they could see Frank talking. They all looked festive and happy.
It’s after seven thirty, Dad said.
He’s still busy, Mary said.