After my shift, I decided to grab a bite at the diner, before heading to the hotel. Surely, if the food was that bad or dangerous, the place would have been shut down. I entered, and saw what had to be a clone of Edna, setting a plate of something down for a patron. She glanced over, smiled, and asked the gentleman if he wanted anything else at the moment. He shook his head, so Betty grabbed a menu, and came over to my table.
“Hello young man. You would be John’s replacement at the airport. Despite what my sister may have told you, my cooking hasn’t sent anyone to emergency yet. Can I grab you a beverage while you check the menu?”
What was it with siblings in this town, I wondered? “I’d like a glass of club soda with a twist of lime. As for dinner, do you have steak?”
“We offer several
