Month: September 2011

The Waitress on the Red Vespa

There was a fresh person remarked upon at Chincoteague Island: the waitress on the red Vespa. Jonathan Dorsey had been at the beach house since the first week of summer. He breakfasted daily in front of Sugarbakers at a iron sidewalk table. He was slicing French toast when a fine-looking woman, with blowing black hair, and a white waitress skirt whipping up in the wind, crossed the island bridge on a red Vespa.