Feels Like Family(9)

“Karen,” Dana Sue told him, her expression somber. She took another bite of food. “Helen brought her up.”

Erik stared at Helen, his expression immediately shifting into something far more cautious. “What do you have to do with Karen?”

“She came to see me today. She thinks she’s about to be fired.”

Dana Sue exchanged a rueful look with Erik that spoke volumes.

Helen sighed. “I see she was on target. It’s because of the amount of time she’s missed lately, right?”

Dana Sue nodded. “It makes me very unhappy, but I don’t have a choice, Helen. I can’t operate a kitchen if one of my key employees is absent half the time. Even if I do find the right prep person, as busy as we are I need an assistant I can count on.”

“Do you know why she’s absent?”

“Every time she calls in, it’s always about the kids,” Erik volunteered.

“And I sympathize with that, I really do,” Dana Sue added. “But it comes back to my ability to keep this place running the way it needs to. It’s not fair for Erik and me to have to pick up the slack all the time. I have to have an employee who’s reliable.” She studied Helen worriedly. “Is she going to make a legal issue out of this? Is that why she came to you?”

“No,” Helen said, putting down her fork. “I don’t think it needs to come to that and I wouldn’t represent her if it did. I just want you to sit down with Karen and me tomorrow and see if there’s not another solution, something that will enable you to run this kitchen the way it needs to be run, yet keeps her from losing her job.”

“You’re putting Dana Sue in an impossible position,” Erik said protectively. “Come on, Helen, she’s not the bad guy here.”

“I know that,” Helen said. “But Karen’s not some irresponsible kid, either. You’ve spent a lot of time training her. Just let her explain and see if we can’t come to some kind of solution.”

Though Erik looked less than thrilled with the idea, Dana Sue nodded. “I can do that much.”

“Thank you,” Helen said, then turned to Erik and added sternly, “And you, reserve judgment, okay?”

“I’ll do my best, since the champion of the underdog requests it, but I’m not happy about it. I intend to be at that meeting. And so you know, I’m a little surprised that you would take Karen’s side over your best friend’s.”

Helen bristled. “I’m trying not to take sides,” she retorted. “Successful negotiating means making this a win-win situation.”

“Then tell me exactly what Dana Sue is getting out of this,” he demanded.

“She gets to keep an excellent, well-trained employee,” Helen replied, determined to keep her tone reasonable, though his attitude was starting to grate on her. He wasn’t the only one who felt protective about Dana Sue. She’d been looking out for her friend a lot longer than he had. Her appetite fading, she said, “You know Karen’s good. I’ve heard you say it more than once.”

“Doesn’t matter if she’s never here,” Erik said.

His refusal to give Karen a break riled her. “That’s an exaggeration,” she snapped, losing patience.

“Whoa,” Dana Sue protested. “It’s a meeting, Erik. We owe Karen that much. Helen’s right. When Karen’s here, she’s been terrific.”

“Just as long as you don’t let your pal here railroad you into doing something that’s not in the best interests of the restaurant,” he said.

“I’ve never railroaded anyone in my life,” Helen said, annoyed. Her appetite for her food completely vanished.

“Really?” Erik scoffed. “Whose idea was it to get Ronnie Sullivan out of town when he and Dana Sue split up? That really worked out well for their daughter, didn’t it?”

Dana Sue regarded him with dismay. “Old news, Erik. Annie’s fine now, and so are Ronnie and I.”

“No thanks to Helen’s interference,” he said.

Helen glowered at him, stung by his accusation. When Dana Sue would have responded to his comment, Helen stopped her with a look. “I can fight my own battles,” she said tightly. She faced Erik. “You weren’t here. You have no idea what was best at the time.”

“No,” he agreed, leaning forward, his gaze intense. “I came along just in time to see all hell break loose when Annie landed in the hospital.”

“That was not my fault,” Helen said fiercely.

“Really? Her eating disorder was brought on to some degree because her father abandoned her, or did I get that part wrong?” He didn’t wait for an answer before charging, “You made that happen.”