We sat in silence as we drove the next several miles to find some kind of edible food. Eventually, we came to a truck-stop diner called “Gramma’s Grub.” Although there were a few cars in the parking lot, it looked pretty uninhabited.
“This place use to serve the best steak and eggs,” sighed Henry as he shut off the ignition. “It’s surely a shame that I’ll probably never get to enjoy another meal here or tease one of those purdy little waitresses. Yessiree, the owner sure knew how to keep his customers happy.”
Mary’s eyebrows raised and she punched him playfully on the arm. “Purdy waitresses, huh? I thought you were saving yourself for me, Old Timer.”
He turned to her with such a startled look, that I thought he may have filled his Depends. When he eventually composed himself, he let ou
