Feather came up to me just as the early dinner rush was ending. “Listen up,” he said. “I’ve got a huge party upstairs at 8:15, so I need you to look after a few things.”

“What things?” I said.

“Mostly thirteen. I’m thinking thirteen may need a little extra attention.” Feather shook the hair out of his eyes. He was exceptionally, almost touchingly, lazy. “All I’m saying is, I need you to check in on her. I’ll get her order.”