The lunch special was spaghetti. The portion when it arrived was bigger than Rory was expecting.
“Gave you a little extra spaghetti and a third piece of garlic bread, sugar,” the middle-aged waitress told him. “You look like you could use a good feeding.”
Rory smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
The food smelled good and Rory discovered he was hungrier than he thought, but he still couldn’t clean his plate.
“You want for me to put the rest in a box?” the waitress asked when she came around to refill his coffee.
“No, ma’am, I’m staying at the motel opposite so don’t have any way of storing it or reheating it.”
She took away his plate and moments later returned with a slice of cherry pie with ice cream.
“But I didn’t—”
“On the house, sugar. Lunch rush is almost over and I didn’t want this last pie
