“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.” Sir Francis of Assisi
Painfully anal about the details, Henry always takes his time setting the tables.
Polishing the cutlery until his face reflects, and the glasses are spotless, clear as the sky. The table cloths have been dry cleaned, double pressed and perfectly laid. The perfect table is all that matters.
In his own mind Henry sets tables for the queen, the president or … a fantasy ball. No matter how hard he tries, this is all pure make believe because he’s got no customers at all.
Never the less, the tables are set. Perfect to the eye, they will be ready when called.