Meal Ticket by Steven Howell

“¡Myra, dos rellenos!” called the cook. Gillian grabbed hot plates with bare hands and carried them to the only couple in the dining room. She’d never been with a Mexican, but the young man smelled like money, and she was due a new meal ticket. “Dos rellenos,” announced Gillian in heavily accented Spanish. “¿Algo más? […]