9
Charlie
“Go?” Sarah asks, pointing at the ice cream shop as we pass it.
As I walk up to the bright green facade of Dot’s Diner, I carry Sarah on my hip. “Not today. We’re meeting Larkin, remember?”
“Lake! Lake!!” Sarah yells, right in my ear.
“Yep,” I say absently, opening the chrome door of the diner. I look down the sparkly white formica countertop that runs the length of the restaurant. A waitress bustles around behind the countertop, turning to shout an order through a window into the kitchen. “We’re meeting Larkin for pie.”
“Yum!!” Sarah says, her voice as loud as ever.
A couple of diners turn around from their neat little red leather booths, staring at Sarah. Larkin isn’t here yet, so I go grab a booth in the far corner, away from the other customers.
I set Sarah down on on
