Of course, the idea that a dead body was in the floor beneath Clark’s nook was strange – I’m guessing that is where they put Mr. Potts. Strange or not, the diner continued to function. And whether I did or didn’t know about the body didn’t mean a thing to the person waiting for their coffee. But, now and then, the thought of it did give me the willies, and reason to pause. Would I have done the same as Clark, given the circumstance? Yes. In fact, I think I would have done more. Certainly there was no judgment from me. Fear, however, there was plenty of – especially with the prospects of Angela’s Diner being sold, and what Detective Ramiz was after. Life stayed the norm at Angela’s Diner. My regulars came in. They ordered their meals and their coffee, just as they had the days, weeks, and months prior to my learning anything about a dead body. And, for regulars like Keep on Truckin´, polishing off his third cup of coffee, how was he to know? He winked at me as he let out a hearty burp.
What do You think about An Order Of Coffee And Tears?
