At 3:15 A.M. it was black outside the diner window except for a few lights beyond the two-lane blacktop. A couple miles west the traffic whispered and rumbled on the Interstate.
“Why’d you want to meet here, Bill?”
“I like the food, Jack.”
“Yeah, right, it's monochromatic. You wanna talk about Joan?”
“Why, it’s obvious now she can’t stand either of us.”
Irene shuffled up and poured their coffees. Bill took it black and ordered the lumberjack breakfast; Jack ordered toast, then doctored his coffee with an ounce of cream and a table spoon of sugar.
“Why’d you want to meet here, Bill?”
“I like the food, Jack.”
“Yeah, right, it's monochromatic. You wanna talk about Joan?”
“Why, it’s obvious now she can’t stand either of us.”
Irene shuffled up and poured their coffees. Bill took it black and ordered the lumberjack breakfast; Jack ordered toast, then doctored his coffee with an ounce of cream and a table spoon of sugar.
