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THE DINER WASN’T NEARLY as busy this afternoon as it had been yesterday. Parking was ample right in front of the restaurant on the street. The old boys that Miles had seen at the gym that morning had now camped out on the benches at the front of the diner. Miles muttered, “So they went to the gym and now they’re having a calorie extravaganza? I thought it was usually another group of old guys that hung out here.”
“I’m sure they must think the same thing about us. We appear to be doing the same thing. Except that we didn’t exercise,” said Myrtle.
“And we won’t be eating the high-calorie stuff,” said Miles.
“Speak for yourself.”
When they opened the door into the diner, Cady was walking by with a tray of food. “Hi!” she said with a grin.
“Hi Cady,” said Myrtle. “Where is your
