"Ok detective Martha, observe the whole premises and catch the little details you could find interesting" as she planned a game to play in her free time.
"The lady right to us keeps tapping her foot every time she felts the extreme spices in the hot wings. Isn't that a sign that how fondly she's enjoying her hot wings" Martha came up with her own psychological phenomenon.
The guests that have arrived after us have one among them who is wearing a cowboy hat. What does that convey? Is he the sheriff of this town? But I don't see any guns attached to his belt.
That leaves us to only one conclusion to make out of this. He is hiding a frog under his hat which is a very mischievous frog and can jump into anyone's dish and apparently ruin their meal.
He must be planning to cause nuisance over this place by unleashing what rested beneath that hat. He's in fact quite a contrasting character to the sheriff who is entrusted with the safety of the whole town.
Now I need to finish my meal as soon as it arrives since I don't want to be the one to get my meal ruined by something that sat on top of this guy's head" thought Martha as her eyes examined the other aspects of the restaurants until her eyes fell on her own mother.
She was constantly keeping an eye on the door that was responsible for the entrance as well as exit from the restaurant. She had a slight belief that her mother was waiting for somebody to arrive.
Nevertheless, she couldn't inquire her about it, given the grave silence the two of them maintained somewhat voluntarily which compelled Martha to remain silent, though unwillingly. "Is she waiting for someone to arrive or instead, longing to go back to driving to granny soon after we finish off our lunch. Whatever.
By the way, why hasn't the lunch arrived yet?" said Martha without uttering even a word.
It took some more minutes than usual for the waiter to serve the order to the three of them.
Being a Sunday, the place was jam-packed and this urged the waiter to move from table to table to inform the guests that their order will be going to take some more time than usual.
Everyone seemed cooperative with the staff and obliged to the delay. When the waiter arrived at Martha's family table to inform them about the same, her mother responded by saying, "Please make it fast. We are already running late for somewhere." The waiter obliged to her request and rushed to the kitchen to inform the cook to keep our order on top most priority.
After few more minutes, the orders of the three, i.e. Martha and her parents, arrived. Martha grabbed a big bite of her ham sandwich which smelt really good and once making its way to Martha's taste buds, tasted even well.
On the other hand, her mother had only one sip of her soup whereas her father didn't even lift the spoon to begin with his soup. Cindy finally asked her husband to pick up the spoon and stat with his soup since there's still a long way to go. Martha was listening to all this when she thought, "It is only a one hour journey to granny's house.
It isn't too long a journey" clearly evident that she didn't pay much heed to her mother's words and was more focused on her sandwich.
The big bite of the sandwich had resulted in the exposure of all the ingredients that have been packed inside the sandwich. Martha took a look and found cucumber slices inside it. This reminded her of her grandfather's words 'I will force you into eating green veggies' "You had succeeded in your venture Paa.
I am now fond of these green veggies" thought Martha as she remembered the incident that occurred more than a decade back.
It took not more than five minutes for Martha to eat the ham sandwich. Her devotion towards the sandwich finally ended when she took the last bite of the sandwich.
The last bite was more of a humdrum bite as all there remained was bread since she had already had most of the ingredients that made up most of the sandwich.
Therefore, there was just a corner piece remaining as the only bite left. As she came out of the excitement of the sandwich, she noticed her mother who was not even halfway through her soup.
She had hardly had five or six spoons of her soup since it had arrived.
Martha appeared dubious now. "Is she actually having her soup with the greatest of ease or have I been a gobbler at eating my sandwich?" she wondered. Then she shifted her gaze to her father's soup bowl.
He, surprisingly, was done through most of the soup and was left with few of the vegetables. Martha examined those vegetables and confirmed those were the vegetables her father disliked.
So it can be concluded that he purportedly left those vegetables and had been done with his soup.
He was still in the same position he was in before the soup had arrived, head down and seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
She had assured herself that she hadn't eaten her food like a gobbler and that her mother had been slow at finishing off her meal. She kept stirring the soup as if the soup is too hot and she's cooling it down by constant stirring. She wondered what this woman had in her mind while looking at her mother.
To Martha, it appeared that she was deliberately delaying their departure from the restaurant. At times while stirring the soup, she'd turn around to check the door.
"Now I can safely assume that she's waiting for someone" thought Martha "But who is it who would come to meet her out of nowhere at a restaurant? It has never happened before"
Finally she got up and asked Benjamin for the car keys. Benjamin, without saying a word, handed her over the car keys and pulled back his hand.
Martha too got up to see what was it that compelled her mother to rise up from constantly stirring her soup. However, Cindy ordered Martha to seat herself and do not come out of the restaurant until she asks the both of them to do so.
Saying so, she turned behind to walk towards the exit and on her way to exiting the restaurant, she called out for a waiter to bring our bill to our table and clean it off. Soon after she went out of the restaurant, the waiter arrived with a bill in his hand and a tray to place the plates in which he had served them their respective dishes.
As the waiters gathered one plate from Martha and two bowl from where her parents were seated, he bent over a little and extended his hand to grab Cindy's bowl since it was kept far away from where he was standing. Martha helped him by passing the bowl to his side and they both exchanged a smile.