April 2, 2010
Ken pulled the plug on the string of lights outside and closed shop. He examined the print-out from his register. Twelve humdred in sales wasn't bad for a Friday, but it wasn't great either. Factoring in the monthly cost of his goods, which included pasta, tomato sauce, coffee and chocolate, he would barely break even above the $2000 mark. He pictured Elena at home with Rusty. How would he feed them if he didn't find some way to increase the profitably of his restaurant? He heard someone stirring back home. Honey you home? Elena called. We need a babysitter.