Courtin the Devil s DaughterChapter 8
It was early morning as we rumbled into the small coastal town. We pulled into a workingman's cafe, and were there before most of the Regulars. I kept a close look at the waitresses face, and managed to choose a booth that didn't make her feel uncomfortable, trying to not claim anyones usual spot. We ordered coffee, and when she returned with the refill and to take our order, we decided to split an omlette and extra side of toast. I had sourcream on my half, and she used the rest of the...