A short time later, Marshall pulled into the packed parking lot of Trixy’s Diner. It was like something out of a movie—the outside was all shiny metal and rounded edges and inside was decorated in classic 50s decor, at least what could be seen of it around the massive crowd of people. Trixy’s was always busy, but this was the busiest he had ever seen it.
Melinda, the diner’s hostess and cashier, flashed Marshall a huge smile when he came in. “Hey Marshall. Let me try and find you a spot. Hold on.”
“In Ruthie’s section, please.”
Melinda disappeared into the crowd, but it was his favorite waitress Ruthie who emerged for it. Her handsome face spread in a warm smile. “Hey baby. It’s gonna be a long wait for one of my tables, but let me fix you right up. Follow me.”
She led Marshall away fr
