The Retirement

Brandi walked away, leaving Fred with the customers. Fred stepped up to the naval officer and asked, “How are you today, Commander Kingston?”

“Huh? Oh, fine, sir—” Kingston stopped when he realized he’d been called by name and blinked back at the old Indian in open shock.

“The name’s on your name tag, son. I’m not psychic,” said Fred. “I do know you’re looking for someone, though.”

Kingston’s look remained serious. “And I bet you know where to find her, old man?”

Fred held the young man’s gaze, deciding that his attitude was defensive rather than malicious. He looked down at the untouched plate of cherry pie. “Something wrong with my daughter’s pie, Commander?”

Kingston looked down at his food, as though he’d forgotten it was there, and instantly picked up a fork. “No, sir, I’m just a little preoccupied at the moment.”

Fred allowed the hint of a smile to cross his face. “Look to your right, Commander. Do you see the gentleman by the door over there?”

Kingston did as he was told and recognized the older man standing there. He looked back at Fred. “He looks familiar. What about him?”

Fred picked up the untouched pie, grabbing the fork out of Kingston’s hand while he was at it, and took a bite. For a few seconds, the commander only stared, flabbergasted by the old Indian’s audacity.

“I recommend,” said Fred, preparing to take another bite, “taking a casual walk to the exit where that man’s standing. Don’t do anything to arouse the media hounds out here; they’re already watching you because of the uniform. A nice walk over to that door, and my friend can reunite you and the woman you’re looking for.”