The Local Diner

While my characters are crazy with worry waiting for the fog to lift, they will have breakfast in a diner that looks very much like this one. The sugar dispenser and the salt and pepper shakers have been around since the flood. Same for the cups and glasses. Red formica on the counter. Pensive customer waiting for breakfast. It is Sunday morning and there is one (stale) pastry left in the cake saver thingy down the counter. All the locals know better than to order it. The diner is busy from seven to eleven. Help is cheerful. Food good and copious. I wonder if there is a sign on the menu "food so good you'd think you cooked it yourself."

Bon Apetite!

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