"Mama don't worry about all that. You just need to take a break." Anna said sitting the old woman down. This was Mama's diner. It had been the family for generations and was now under the owner ship of a sixty-five year old woman. Her real name was Beatrice Annabelle Button, she had been married six times over the course of her life and her first marriage was to a farmer at the tender age of 13, yes 13.<br/><br/>"Oh non sense.." Bickered the old woman. "I don't need a rest, I need to get this place open before the customers come rolling in." She said shuffling over to the sign on he front of the door. Flipping it over to "OPEN" she then shuffled towards the back to get the machines ready and warmed from running. There were two other cooks who worked here. One in the morning and one in the evening. In the back behind the dine was a bunker room that contained a shower, sink, closet and mattress for sleeping in. Mama was the kind of woman who could never say no to anyone, why if someone came in threatening to trash the place she would just as soon offer them a piece of her potato pie right behind calling the sheriff.<br/><br/>Anna just sighed at the woman's stubbornness. Old folks were the most stubborn people in the world. She assumed because they knew everything or thought they did. Heading behind the counter she filled the sink with hot soapy water, dipping the rag into the warm water and soaking up the suds she began to wipe down the counter tops and tables. Glancing over towards the  clock she sighed. "Another day..."