Even though Adam was disappointed that there was not much of the food that he preferred, it was hard to tell once he began to stuff himself with three fried chicken drumsticks, a pile of mashed potatoes and gravy and a smattering of green beans to appease his mother.
Stella indulged with Thanksgiving in June—and she went back for seconds of the green pea dish.
After their hearty meal, Stella left a big tip—as normal, while the waitress gushed over them and told them to return.
"That chicken was the best! I mean, other than yours…" Adam said.
"Where should we go next?" She asked while looking around.
He paused to squint at her. "Are you scared of driving back up the hill?"
"Nope." She grinned at him. "But maybe we should go to the grocery store again so that we don't have to drive ba
