Chapter 5: The StrangerI walked out of Rawster’s Convenience Store and my gut growled. PB&J Diner was right across the street. After dropping off the carton of milk in my truck, I headed into the diner.
Minutes later, I sat in a corner, minding my own business, and started drinking a cup of java. The menu had my favorite, which I ordered: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, smoked bacon drizzled with honey, and two slices of freshly-baked white bread. The place wasn’t busy, although usually it buzzed because it was close to Templeton College.
Some guy across the diner checked out my Thor looks, taking me in, maybe enjoying what he saw. Frankly, it happened all the time to me. People liked to observe pretty people. I’m not saying that arrogantly. I’m just saying it factually. I really did
