Chapter 9
Telly’s looked exactly like a diner should, with lots of chrome, pictures of breakfast food on the walls, and even a juke box. I doubted it worked. The music in the place was coming from some other source. Around 1:15, the waitress turned it off, a hint that it was almost time for us to go.
Our gathered crowd had dwindled down to about seven of us, three at our table, four at another. We sat at the window, watching the occasional car go by. Even on a Friday night, most of Brewster had gone to bed.
The dogs were back at the theater with Desi, snoring away before we’d left. It had been an exciting night for them as well. I’d already asked Major to stay over with Cadence—Abby, too, since she had Saturday off from work. I didn’t want the night to end. Neither had committed yet, bu
