Rosie’s Slotted Spoon needed a redo. The tired dinner held down by decades old decor, menus, and slowly the walker crowd was thinning out. Billie hated the place. He owned it but hated everything about it. All he liked was the relaxing fish. He would sit at table by the door.
His nephew had failed out of cooking school. Today, Billie turned over the grill and the menu. Russell was bright eyed. His heart rise at the chance to make a difference. Sushi would be first blue plate special!
Billie hated it. A couple of customers ordered it right away. Then more. Billie was talking to new people.
“Uncle.. We need more fish the tank is empty.”