Jonah's taste buds may as well have shouted in victory when he finished his double cheeseburger with horseradish sauce, steak fries, and extra pickles. He was glad that numbers at the dive he'd found were low, because he didn't want anyone to see him pig out like that. He knew he didn't need that much food, but it didn't matter. He paid the bill, left a nice tip for the sweet waitress who'd taken care of him, ordered another meal to go, and left. He then went to another store and racked up on snacks. He had to hurry; the night sky threatened rain.
Before Jonah reached the fast-food dive, a homeless man had asked him if he wanted his windshield cleaned, but after noticing that the man's rag was filthier than his windshield, he promised him a hot meal if he didn't go near his windows with i
