Chapter 18Ben and I arrive at Lou’s Diner on Interstate 9.
We are lucky when our hostess seats us in the only booth available, in the back of the open dining room by the restrooms. The place is packed like sardines and loud with enthusiastic conversations, everyone’s voice filling the L-shaped space. Deafening, I can’t hear Ben when he yells across from me, “My tongue to his ear.”
I stare over the top of the stained, laminated menu. I screw up my face. “What?”
Ben smiles. “That’s how I slipped the college dude my number. In his ear with my tongue.”
I shake my head and return the smile, turning back to the menu. “A gentleman,” I yell over the resounding noise.
He shrugs. “You get it however you can.”
I smile and stare at the limited items on the menu. Ben looks at me as I reach for my
