The cafe was nearly empty. Sherry took a seat at the counter and reached for the menu.
“What will you have?” Donna Jo asked.
“Let’s see... A turkey sandwich with tomato and lettuce, a bag of chips and give diet sodas, all to go.”
Donna Jobwent into the kitchen to tell the chef. When she came back out her eyes brightened. Howdy, Cody.”
“Howdy.” Cody slopped onto the stool next to sherry and ordered coffee.
“Hi,” he said, edging up his Stetson with his index finger as if to get a better look at her.
“Hi.” It was silly to feel shy with him, but sherry did. A little like she had in junior high when Wayne Pierce, on whim she had crushed, sat next to her in the school lunchroom. Her mouth went dry and she felt incapable of making conversation.
“I was wondering if I had run into you this a
