June watched her climb from the truck outside the café. ‘Forty-plus and put together,’ she thought.
The café door opened. Lucy sat down and sighed. “What’s your special?”
June’s nostrils flared as she smelled Lucy’s road musk. “Meatloaf, Sunshine.”
“I’ll pass. Coffee cream, steak rare, two eggs over easy, home fries.”
“Gotcha,” June said. “Where’s that man of yours?”
“Who might that be?”
“Big cowboy with the Dragons jacket, Sweetie. You know I seen y’all before.”
“You won’t see us again, not together anyhow.”
“Sorry, Honey.”
“Don’t be.”
June stared out at the highway. “Don’t I know how that is.”
The café door opened. Lucy sat down and sighed. “What’s your special?”
June’s nostrils flared as she smelled Lucy’s road musk. “Meatloaf, Sunshine.”
“I’ll pass. Coffee cream, steak rare, two eggs over easy, home fries.”
“Gotcha,” June said. “Where’s that man of yours?”
“Who might that be?”
“Big cowboy with the Dragons jacket, Sweetie. You know I seen y’all before.”
“You won’t see us again, not together anyhow.”
“Sorry, Honey.”
“Don’t be.”
June stared out at the highway. “Don’t I know how that is.”
