Chapter Six
The Scrapper
“Never laugh with a full bladder.”—Bunnie
Archie stared at Bunnie’s run-down porch as H2 glared at the back of his head; he turned and caught her glare. For a moment their eyes locked, and then she felt a tugging at her thoughts, a switching around in her head . . . she looked away.
Recovering from Sheila’s Diner hadn’t been easy for Archie; it was one of his favorite places. He was, however, hopeful that Beryl knew more of his Legless.
Archie had spent the morning driving with his eyes flitting from the road ahead to Beryl’s beehive bouncing in the rear-view mirror, trying to make eye contact. Occasionally their eyes met, and each time she took his breath away. He had never before met such a complex, hard-to-fathom, pain-in-the-arse woman. Her mind was like a
