June watched the two troopers look around the empty diner. One talked, one didn’t.
“A dozen doughnuts, two large coffees, cream and sugar to go.”
“There’s only one size.”
“You here alone?”
“You writin’ a book, Officer?”
“Little lady, a fugitive’s loose.”
June deliberately bagged the coffee and doughnuts.
The trooper pointed at the coffees in the booth. “You always drink two cups at once?”
“One’s my old man’s. He’s in the john.”
Both troopers faced the register. June slowly made change as she saw the truck back out, her customers in it. They must’ve climbed out the john windows.
“A dozen doughnuts, two large coffees, cream and sugar to go.”
“There’s only one size.”
“You here alone?”
“You writin’ a book, Officer?”
“Little lady, a fugitive’s loose.”
June deliberately bagged the coffee and doughnuts.
The trooper pointed at the coffees in the booth. “You always drink two cups at once?”
“One’s my old man’s. He’s in the john.”
Both troopers faced the register. June slowly made change as she saw the truck back out, her customers in it. They must’ve climbed out the john windows.
