Back at the center of town, the moon shone down on the lamp-lit buildings.
There was one establishment that was extra lively, with almost a dozen tables now lining its porch and the dirt ground out front. A lamp was on each table. Three waitresses were busy handling the outdoor section; two mousekin women speedily worked under Morta's support and supervision.
Inside the tavern, it was busier and louder than ever. Morticia led her youngest daughter and three other waitresses to keep up with the boom in business.
A bartender was hired as well, given a full-time position after how well he handled the bar the night before.
He had long, floppy ears and a thin, droopy face. His thin fur was mostly brown with big patches of black along his back and the top of his head.
