Blake and Connor were exerting all their talent to keep their wings hidden, but all of them were so dirty and exhausted that they would have attracted attention anyway. They managed to get themselves looking presentable and in a booth, and the waitress came over and asked, in a voice as tired as her limp pink and white uniform, “What are you having?” “Coffee with a lot of cream,” Krista said, “as hot and strong as possible, please.” She got a dirty look in response. The others ordered their drinks and perused the menus. Krista was so hungry she was shaking. The coffee, liberally laced with cream and sugar, helped a bit. She ordered a double portion of country fried steak, three eggs, toast, home fried potatoes, and a salad with extra ranch. The waitress gave her a weird look but said nothing. The others all ordered plates just as large as Krista’s. The waitress tapped the pad with her pen. Her eyes were shrewd when she looked them over, and Krista—to her surprise—could read her thoughts, or something like it.
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