For twenty years, whenever Doris arrived to open the Truck Stop Café, she had been greeted by the same empty parking lot. The rows of big rigs that used to idle in the parking lot belonged to a time before Doris had gone to work for Jimmy, before Harlan"s daddy had succeeded in getting the Interstate to forego a route through Cranston, which had forced the closure of the Cranston Truck Stop and left as the only reminders an empty slab that used to be the station and a spotless, gleaming diner.
Yet on the morning after they learned of Casey Morton"s death, Doris pulled into the parking lot shortly before dawn and was dismayed to find Harlan"s black Chevy Silverado idling near the front door. It was the kind of development that made Doris question her decision to forego a domestic life in e
