C’mon Inn, Appleton City
Friday Noon
Cora poured Evan his fourth cup from her steaming Pyrex carafe of Farmer Brothers. He promptly opened two foil packets of Folgers instant and stirred it in, along with two heaping teaspoons of cane sugar.
“That’s not coffee,” she said. “It’s syrup.”
“And how long have I been doing this, right under your ever-watchful eyes?”
“How long since you showed up from Back East? A year? Long enough it should have killed you by now.”
Cora had not known Evan before he’d left for college in Boston. When his plans for divinity school and then theoretical physics had gone astray and then his love affair with the gorgeous Naomi Weiss had been abruptly terminated by a weapon of war, he’d returned to his roots here in Appleton City. Even now, he hadn’t come to term
