Devin walked into the Puffin Bay Diner as it opened on Friday morning—and was nearly bowled over by Cal Sr. coming in on his heels.
“I swear. This is the last time Junior ever gets to leave town on a honeymoon. That’s it. One time only.” Cal stormed up to the counter and called out to the Judge working over his grill. “Tall stack, John. And double up on the coffee, Greg,” he told the waiter, a slender man who might be the retired judge’s son.
“Trouble at the bakery?” Greg poured him a mug.
“Wasn’t paying enough attention these last few years. Junior has made all of these little expansions to our business, and dealt with ’em just fine without me really noticing. Now I’m making beer bread for the brewery, sourdough for our lunch service, pizza dough for Carrier Pigeon. Damn list goes on f
