Taking a break from her work, Doreen went into the Cantina for some lunch. On the way, she greeted those she knew and took a seat.
"Your usual wine?" asked the waiter.
"No," she replied smiling, "not while I'm still on the job. Some soda will be fine while I wait for a turkey club on sourdough."
"Yes, Doctor, I will take care of it," he answered. He quickly returned with her soda. While she waited, she reviewed records on a tablet.