Chapter 3
Zach loved the cheery hominess of Kay’s Café. Each wall painted a different soft pastel, matching Formica tables, cozy booths, and an honest-to-goodness soda fountain along one wall. He’d heard his grandparents complain many times about how Ms. Kay updated the decor, though he couldn’t remember the change himself.
He was quite sure the scarred red tabletops and bright white walls he only knew from photographs had been perfectly fine, too. But he couldn’t imagine the best restaurant in town being nearly as pleasant without bright robin’s egg blue, warm pinks and greens, and chrome-plated light fixtures that looked for all the world like little balls of sunshine on the ceiling.
The usual heavenly aroma of baking bread, cooking onions and garlic, and fresh brewing coffee washed o
