C’mon Inn
Friday Noon
Reentering the diner, Evan resumed his place at the counter. It had already been cleared. Somehow he wasn’t ready to reward himself with pie. He left a twenty, which included his usual five-dollar tip. He didn’t want Cora to think he was the slightest bit bothered by her teasing.
“Nice tip,” she said, glancing down as she sidled over. “Thanks. You know I live to serve. Short trip?”
“What did you tell her about me?”
Cora leaned across to confide, “My friend Clint works at that place. Says you waltzed in there this morning and spoke the word to Shackleton’s kid. Straightened him right up.”
“He might stop wetting the bed. It’s hardly a miracle.”
“Anyhow, Loretta gets nails and hair done across the way, and girls talk. So I guess she thinks of me as a friend. I don
