Hewitt Donaldson whipped his Jaguar into the Waffle House parking lot before either Nakayla or I could answer. “A little sparring makes me ravenous.” I wanted to point out that it was nearly two in the morning. I wasn’t ravenous, I was sleepy. But Hewitt was in control. We sat in a booth in a back corner, Nakayla and I on one side, Hewitt on the other. A gray-haired waitress set a pot of coffee and three mugs in front of us. I held up my hand to stop her from filling mine. “Just a half cup, please,” Nakayla said. “Darling, I’ll fill it and you drink what you want. Half cup, three-quarters, makes no never mind to me.” Hewitt pushed his cup forward. “You can leave the pot. And I’ll take two eggs over easy with hash browns.” He looked at us. “Order up. My treat.” “Whole wheat toast,” Nakayla said. “You got any apple pie?”
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