"We're here," Earl said as he parked. "The Crescent Moon Cafe.He drove them down the main street, pointing out local landmarks: the library with its impressive stone columns, the community theater that had once hosted a famous Broadway actor ("Before my time, but folks still talk about it"), the ice cream parlor that had won some national award three years running.
Lydia absorbed it all, for a few moments breaking her gaze from the wall of silence coming from Ethan's seat in the car.
Last, Earl stopped in front of a little, rustic structure with a wooden sign over the entrance. A silver crescent moon was painted on it and the edges were worn by the weather and time.
"Here we are," he said. "The Crescent Moon Café. Best coffee in town, if that matters to you."
"Wait here," Eth
