“Cold enough for you?” Paul Lally, a gentleman in his late fifties and owner of the diner, called as he threw another cup of rock salt on the sidewalk.
“Too cold,” Henry replied.
Paul’s laugh puffed out in front of him. “We’ve got some messy weather coming.”
“So I’ve heard.” Standing in front of the door to the diner, Henry clapped his hands together and gave them a rub. He should have worn his thicker gloves.
“I think we’ll be closing early today. Probably after the lunch crowd clears out. No point in staying open once the roads get bad, and I’d like the staff to be home and safe before that.”
“Sounds like a good plan.” Henry rubbed his hands together again.
Paul nodded towards the door. “Get yourself inside. Pam’s waiting for you. I hear you need the big booth this morning. Got more than the three of you coming, do you?”
“Yep. I’ve got a couple of new friends joining me today.” Henry had called ahead to make sure the biggest booth in the small diner on the edge of town would be open. He waved to Trish and Trevor as they pulled into the parking lot.
“A girl, huh? Does your mom know?”
“She’s just a friend.” Even if he wanted her to be more than a friend, that was all Trish was.
[from Don’t Tell My Heart It Can Heal]
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