Chapter 23
The following morning, after stocking up on more supplies at the store in the main cabin, we asked the gray-haired man at the front desk where we could have breakfast. He sent us to the restaurant on River Run.
I cut a piece of French toast and popped it in my mouth. A mixture of custard and maple syrup sheathed my tastebuds while I chewed on the pillowy bread. Savoring it, I shut my eyes and moaned.
The chuckle that came from Charlie jarred me out of my rapture. "That good, huh? I'd only seen you do that when I—"
I kicked him under the table to silence the dirty thing he was about to say. He laughed, which snagged the attention of the other patrons.
After Charlie sobered, he asked, "Why do you think she had withheld Gladys's social security?" He asked as he cut his sausage
