Between A Memory and A Dream  by LA Tucker © 2002  Part II:  She
Don't Give a Damn For Me   Weekends at The Duck Inn were getting
way out of hand. Friday nights meant payday, payday meant no one
wanted to make dinner so they wanted to eat out, eating out
meant they were coming to Duck's place to get the Friday or
Saturday dinner special.  The meatloaf was great for Thursdays,
the chicken and biscuits went over well on Wednesdays, Tuesdays
meant Swiss steak, Friday was fried fish and fries day, but
Saturday's special went over especially well with the
neighborhood. Marie and Garrett had fussed and experimented
secretively to get the Saturday special just right.  It was an
Italian sampler platter, with lasagna, spinach and cheese
ravioli, a meatball, stuffed shell, with a salad and bread on
the side and a dessert cup of spumoni on the side. Duck had to
order an emergency supply of styrofoam take home containers for
the enthusiastic throngs who were filling the place from 4 PM
until 8 PM, when they stopped servi