Gino walks through the dining room, smoothing tablecloths, straightening chairs, lining up silverware.
He picks up a wineglass and holds it to the light.
In fact, the entire place is spotless, the staff having stayed late to make sure their restaurant will be at its best for this, its last day.
Gino walks to the maître d’ booth and inspects the book.
A solid Wednesday, reservations from 11 right to close.
So many familiar names, regulars coming to pay their last respects.
He turns to the next pages. All of them are blank.
The new owners will have their own book.