When the women came in, Monica shot an embarrassed glance at their table. "I'm so sorry!" she panted. "He comes in every Saturday night, but I've never seen him drunk. I wonder what's on his mind?"
"Maybe it's the apocalypse," Matt muttered.
"Do you believe in omens?" the Rabbi asked no one in particular.
"Not usually," Farley replied.
"I never met a preacher who wasn't a little weird," Krucek said, still digging.
Matt voiced the thought of all. "So much for keeping a low profile."
The Strange Brains felt naked as they covered the twenty or so feet from their dining location passed the hostess/cashier. It seemed everyone in the restaurant took a good long look at them, some covering their mouths to share secret comments. They headed immediately to the Applesauce Tavern, where they fo
