Sunset painted the broken storm clouds shades of fuchsia, burnt umber, and amethyst as they turned on Main Street. “Who’s hungry?” Lilah asked, pointing to an empty space in front of Earl’s Kitchen. The orange neon sign winked “Open,” beckoning them inside for a dish of comfort and a cup of reass...
She knew her blue dress had rumpled from the ride and her hair must be disheveled around her shoulders, but the world looked crystal clear. Nodding to a group of young men waiting for supper, she stepped into line, taking a tin plate in hand. Aromas of roasting beef, bubbling gravy, and freshly b...