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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 11, 2017
The door jangled as he opened it and walked into the restaurant. The bright lights coated the place’s yellow and brown décor, giving the space a grimy, painted-on feeling. He took a seat at the counter and nodded as the waitress handed him a sticky plastic menu. Like most nights, the place was empty, except for a group of teenagers plotting their evening and an elderly couple sitting by the windows facing the expressway, finishing their dinner. The faint sound of the Eagles filtered through the overhead speakers, the bland, finger-picky ballad spreading over the evening like lukewarm gravy that needed a bit more salt. He motioned for the waitress, a woman in her late forties named Ruth. She had kind eyes and a cigarette-coated voice that made Pete feel at home, even here in the middle of nowhere. She nodded and walked over.
He didn’t need a menu. He didn’t even need to say his order, but the ritual was part of the pleasure of coming here.
“Hey, hon,” she said. “How’s your night going?”
“So far,” Pete said, “not bad.”
“You look tired,” she said, pulling her notebook from her apron and clicking her pen.
“If you’re perpetually tired, is that a thing?”
“It’s the kind of thing you cure with either coffee, sleep, cocaine, or a doctor’s prescription,” she said. “What’ll it be?”
“Just two scrambled eggs and a side of home fries.”
Ruth smiled and moved toward the kitchen.