Ok, the corndogs will wait..... I remember Axel's wife....

Yeah, I remember working the line with Axel and hearing the never-ending complexities of maintaining two situations at the same time. I always wondered why someone would choose two equally...uh..hardened women to contend with. I suppose 'to ask the question is to know the answer'. I mean, he couldn't give me a good answer, so I just presume that some people like it special. Or something like that.
Mostly, I just prefer to observe such intensity from afar. Axel had a way of roping you into it though...
As I recall it, he might have left me with some 'prepping' as it were. Probably something along the lines of "..so if she calls, you tell her I was here until ten-thirty", or something like that. Hard to remember the fine details with the passage of years and all. Mostly, I recall a sense of foreboding when the phone in the kitchen rang in the later hours of the evening.
On this occasion, however, I felt I was mostly safe, having had changed my hours by taking up the baking position at the hotel, chances were pretty good that I'd either not hear the phone, or I presumed that the eleven-thirty hour was sufficiently late to safely answer the phone, free from having to be at the ready with rehearsed explanations, etc. How wrong I was.
First thing she did was get my name. I attempted to feign complete ignorance by offering up some kind of "...Uh..I'm just the night cleaner ma'am....Uh...no, I uh, yeah I think i saw him when I was punching in and...uh...no I guess that was at ten and uh.." etc.. All too obvious in the face of a Professional interrogator, one got the feeling, no, the absolute certainty, that all lies were seen through, and perhaps somehow confirmed further heretofore unknown offenses, both of the party inquired after, as well as the self. Sweating and shaken by the end of the conversation, after I hung up I realized that she had succeeded in extracting any and all knowledge pertinent to Axel's alleged 'work' day out of me. The lies and the truths spinning through my head,I vowed then to not answer the kitchen phone at any hour prior to 3 a.m..
The next day I see Axel- "so she got to you, huh, Jesus?"
I'm like "fuck that Axel, I am never answering the phone again"
He says, "yeah she's like a drill sergeant, huh? She'll get it all out of you" "never answering again.." "Oh yeah, well that's all alright, but I should let you know that,now, she knows who you are, so you gonna have to watch out for her coming round here looking for y'all, now."
I reviewed in my head the several emergency exits in the building....