CHAPTER 11
NIGHTFALL FOUND US in Indiana, perched on stools in a run-down bar. Beer came in bottles and everything on the menu was fried. Emmy’s request for two glasses of tap water was met with a scowl from the bartender until she dropped a twenty on the scarred wooden counter—then we got water with ice and straws.
“What do you want to eat?” she asked me.
“What do you think’s healthiest?”
“Onion rings. They’re a vegetable. And the battered chicken burger might come with some sort of salad.” She peered at the plate in front of the guy sitting next to her. “Or maybe not.”
The man adjusted his cowboy hat and grinned at her. “You new around here, ladies?”
Emmy gave him a perky grin. “How’d you guess?”
“Never seen two faces as pretty as yours.”
My cheeks heated. He thought I was pretty
