As my eyes rolled over the simple meals offered, my mouth let out:
“Forget it all.”
It was more of a mumble than anything, but she heard. She cocked her head and asked:
“How’s that now?”
I tried to tell her, wanted to tell someone, and she’d just think I’m crazy. The things I saw last night, the things I now knew—
“Some eggs and bacon would be fine. I missed breakfast.” I looked down at the menu again. “And what the heck. Life is short. If you’ll let me, I’ll have the pancakes too.”
“Anything else?” she asked.
“Naw.”
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