When they got back to the car, Buck suggested they stop to pick up something to eat. “My breakfast is a long ago memory, at least according to my stomach.”
As it was well past noon, Mika agreed. They found a diner in a town a little over three miles from the turnoff to the house, where they picked up sandwiches and sodas. They took them to a small park by a creek, settling on the bank to eat.
“This is where we’d come for supplies when we didn’t want to go down to the city,” Mika commented. “It’s grown since I was a kid, but it’s still no metropolis by a long shot.”
“I’d say not,” Buck replied. “There’s only one movie theater.”
“That’s your criteria?”
“One of them. Theaters, clubs, museums, malls, sports arenas, good restaurants. I guess that’s the basics.”
“I can see that. Places to
