"Pancakes?"
I raised my hand. "For me."
The plate of pancakes clacked down on the table and a stack of waffles followed. The waitress batted her long ponytail across her shoulder and plonked two coffees that spilled their liquid all over the saucer. Without looking at us, she turned her back and wiped her hands on her dirty apron. "Enjoy."
"Gee, she must be mother"s brightest," Nix mumbled under her breath. She sipped from her steaming hot coffee and leaned back in our cramped booth. "Sorry my usual spot wasn"t open yet."
I poked my fork into the rubbery pancakes and dared a small bite. First mistake of the day.
"No good?" Nix asked.
"Hmm, not really." I pushed the plate away and reached for the hot cup. At least the heat was nice to warm up my hands and the burned taste wasn"t too b
