Manleigh Cheese Part 3 #43

“Of course I have a point. Now let’s get the truck cleaned out. I’d also like to propose we take Friday off.”

Donna and John didn’t bother to argue on either point. They got up from their chairs, started moving towards the door.

“John,” Etty said, putting her hand on his arm, “do you feel well enough to do this?”

He bent down, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.

“I want to do something normal right now, and cleaning out the truck sounds just right. Want to come with us?”

“Yes, I will.” She answered. “Something mundane may be just the thing, my love.”

The lovebirds held hands and strolled across the back yard, behind Logan and Donna.

Dressing out the kitchen in the truck normally took at least two hours, between removing the leftover food, and cleaning the equipment. They’d been paying so much attention to feeding the interns, and then dealing with the obnoxious Presidential Social Secretary, that no one had noticed how much of their supplies were left.

“Oh my God.” Donna breathed. “We only have one cupcake left. That’s insane!”

“Yeah. I’ve got about thirty slices of cheese, one baguette, and a handful of chicken, left over.” Logan added.

“Did you notice, Donna, that there are no Twisto Azteco left at all?” John asked.

“Wow! What does the fryer look like?”

“Um, I think I’ve got enough batter for three more orders of Political Puffs… but the oil is looking pretty… well-used.” He replied.

“Do you want to drain it and wash out the unit tomorrow?” Logan rumbled, poking his head out from the storage cabinet next to his prep station.

“That is definitely in the plan.” John looked up, and was silent for a moment before he continued. “You know, we rocked that event. We really did.”

“Yes, we did.” Donna echoed his awed tone of voice.

“I’m proud of us.” Logan said.

“I think you’re all marvelous!” Etty added.

“This is going to sound strange, coming from me, but shouldn’t we do something to celebrate?” Donna asked.

“I hadn’t even thought about that.” John muttered, almost to himself.

“Yeah, I hadn’t either.” Logan blinked. “I haven’t even looked at my phone. I set it to silent, and turned off the buzzer.”

Logan stepped out of the truck, and slid the phone out of his pants pocket. He swore, which drew everyone else out of the vehicle to see what elicited that reaction. When he turned to face them, his eyes were slightly glazed, and he projected an aura of being completely overwhelmed.

“I have sixty-three missed calls. My voicemail is full.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Between the business e-mail address and my personal one, there are nearly eight hundred unread messages.”

Etty tugged on John’s shirtsleeve, and asked if that was a lot. He turned to her, and nodded.

“Well, I think we’re going to be doing communications triage after we get the truck cleaned out.” Donna nodded and clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. “Yes. It is going to be a busy night. We’re ordering pizza, boys, and I won’t hear any argument.”