Chapter Twenty-Four
August
"CiCi," Dottie hollered from the front. "You got company."
Cecilia dried her hands and pushed through the swing doors that led from the kitchen to the front of the diner. She quickly ran through a list of potential visitors and fell short. Who in the heck would be visiting her at work on a Thursday? Dottie motioned to the well-dressed woman sitting at the end of the Formica counter. Obviously, she wasn't from here. And upon closer inspection, Cecilia was quite certain she'd never seen the woman before in her life. "Uh, hi," she said politely, staying behind the counter and making no move to shake hands. "Can I help you?"
The woman flashed her a plastic smile. Now that she'd been home a couple of months, stuff like that was instantly recognizable. Had she fall
