Kathy's sick too

When Jezebel and Mark came in Kathy looked up.

"Jez? What happened to you? You're... you're a... a..."

Mark chipped in, "Puzzy?"

Jezebel slapped him playfully.

"I got the viruz, Kazzy, but I zeem to be over it. Hey, are you okay?"

"I was going to stay home sick because I don't feel so good. But Mr. Leeson said I'd have to..."

Kathy's knees collapsed and she dropped behind the counter.

Jezebel took two steps and vaulted onto the counter. Kathy was lying on the ground shaking, her body curled up in a ball; her stomach growled loudly. Jezebel reached up and grabbed the first food item in reach.

"Here, have a..." she looked at it, "gingerbread zquare?"

Kathy grabbed it and chewed through it about a hundred tiny bites.

"M- m- m-"

Jezebel gave her another one, and a third before she finally stopped shaking and passed out.

Mark leaned over the counter. "Should I call an ambulance?"

"I zink zheez going to be okay. Zort of."

Jezebel could already see the fur sprouting from her friend's wrists and ankles.

Ganeesha, one of the customers, said she was a doctor and offered Jezebel $500 if she could watch and monitor Kathy's condition. With the sensibility of the value of money that comes from not having it, Jezebel agreed. Jezebel spent the next few hours waiting customers, making sure Mark got his free coffee first. After that there was a steady stream of customers that was growing thicker as the afternoon wore on. By 4:30 there was a line-up out the door and they were starting to run low on pastries and treats.

And they were coming to see Jezebel.

Dozens of people were willing to buy coffee just to get a selfie with the kitty-clerk, and no shortage started pushing fives and tens into the tip jar just so she would thank them and shake their hands. On little girl squealed for joy when her mother put her on the counter and Jezebel hugged her. She'd become the cause celebre of the day.

Just after 5:00 someone touched Jezebel's shoulder. She turned and there was a wobbly-looking bunny standing there. Despite the animal features she recognized Kathy. The first three guys in line just stood there drooling while the two girls hugged.

"Are you okay, Kathy?"

"Thort of; I feel kind of funny."

"Can you help with the counter?"

"I think tho."

Between the two of them they were able to hold out until Robert arrived at 6. There were a lot more selfies and they had to start a second tip jar. Once Robert had the counter the two girls retreated to the back room. Kathy almost immediately collapsed.

"I am tho tired, Jeth."

"I zink I know how to perk you up. You need adrenaline."

"How do I get that."

"Lay back and relax, and zpread your legz."

Jezebel hiked up Kathy's skirt; seeing the lack of underwear she went to work rubbing.

"Jeth?! What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you. Juzt try not to shout too loud."

Jezebel quickly rubbed between Kathy's legs; like her own experience of the morning, she noticed that Kathy wasn't throwing a lot of liquid. At that magic moment Kathy let out an animal screech that had Robert running in immediately.

"Is everything all... uh... uh...? I'm just going back to the counter now."

The two girls hugged until Moira arrived and the place was fully staffed.