Chapter: 17
Zora practically danced back into Miles’ diner. Miles was behind the grill with something in the deep fryer, making the place into a southern food lover’s paradise.
“Excuse me, Sir,” Zora said knocking on the screen door. “Do you have a few moments to talk about the church of Ga.” Miles gave her a confused look as we walked in, but said nothing. He had way too many grandchildren to fall for that.
“If you do have a moment, you’ll be sorry you used it,” I said. “Lots of hell, bad breath, you’ll feel like an i***t working for that i***t, and sporadic court battles since, like Santeria, it requires the occasional goat,” I laughed. I walked down to my normal stool and had a beer in front of me before my butt touched it.
“Blasphemer!” Zora yelled.
“The church of Miles has beer,”
