Chapter Sixteen
AS DESTINY SLID into a booth at the Rotten Meatball, her feet screamed at her for how long they had walked. Sandie must have taken them into every store in town and introduced them to everyone he could think of before finally leading them here to the Italian restaurant run by zombies. The place held a typical Tuscany motif to it, stone walls and flickering wall sconces, red candles on the tables, and white tablecloths. Displays of wine bottles hung from the walls as well as vines with grapes dangling from them along some of the low walls and shelves. It was another place, Sandie seemed eager to show them. He seemed to burst with pride every time he got to introduce them to someone new, and everyone said the same thing: they were surprised to see him out and about, and that
