(April’s POV)
Poor Dad was having one h*ll of a morning.
Aunt Destiny wanted answers. But Uncle Wyatt didn't want to talk there. So, after a few minutes of debating, it was decided we'd all go to a nearby deli and grab some lunch, or rather brunch for those of us that missed breakfast, since it was still only about mid-morning.
They claimed to have “authentic” Philly cheese steaks on their menu. Dad and I just looked at each other, silently saying ‘we shall see about this’ and when the waitress came over we just smiled. “So what can I get for everyone?” She had a pleasant smile and pretty eyes that were filled with happiness. I liked that.
“I’ll have a Philly cheesesteak with fried onions and mayo, please. Hold the salt and black pepper, then I’ll also have two bacon cheeseburgers;
