“All the time,” Bass replied.
“Fridays, we have a fried steak special.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good. I want to see you there sometime. Bring some life back to the neighborhood.”
Stepping onto the curb, Bass returned to the subject of Edie. “You know, outside of yourself, no one at the restaurant knew much about Edie.”
“That’s not right. They all knew her—pretty much. Except maybe Evelyn. She’s only a fill-in, though. She’s getting her hours now.”
“Yes, I met her. She has a nice house, a nice family.”
Blakely laughed. A full, hearty laugh. “You didn’t meet her husband, did you?”
His laugh put Bass at ease. He felt Blakely’s true self was finally coming back to life.
“The truck driver?” Bass joked.
“Yeah, the truck driver. He stormed into the restaurant a couple years ago aroun
