Okay pies. Some of the pies and coffee were invisible, and, for the people who like invisible pie or invisible coffee, this was a real plus. Here’s what: If you like a thing, and only one place in town serves that thing, you’re going to be pretty excited by that thing, regardless of quality. So for people who like invisible pie, the invisible pie at the Moonlite All-Nite was perfect, despite being just okay. Diane did not like invisible pie. Her friend on the PTA, Steve Carlsberg, was one of those people who championed the unpopular dessert. “It’s an underappreciated pie, Diane,” Steve would sometimes say between bites. “You develop a taste for it, like you do with scotch whiskey, or cilantro, or a salt lick.” Diane remained unconvinced. Her issue was not with flavor (the pie had none) but with texture (it had none). But Diane was not at the Moonlite with Steve now. She was there to meet Dawn. They rarely interacted at work and even less often outside of work. There were a lot of reasons for this, none of them interesting.
