Chapter Three
Jag
On the verge of getting things under control in the crappy little diner, I saw the kitchen doors swing open. “What now?”
A black hairnet covered a riotous mane of what seemed to be dark-blonde hair on a young woman with flared nostrils and red cheeks. Brown eyes glared at me, and I was fairly sure she was about to start bellowing like a bull for some reason.
Good God, is the entire town mentally unstable?
“Look here, mister,” she said between gritted teeth. “You don’t have to talk to them that way. Who do you think you are? Coming in here, not knowing a dang soul, and mouthing off like that?”
“Excuse me, madam.” I tried not to laugh at the little lady with a big attitude. “This place is a wreck. And those two are more than clueless.”
“Stop it!” She stomped her litt
