Bobby smiled ruefully and then glanced around. “Don’t tell any of my old drinking buddies, Reuben, but I have to admit you’re right. The only good thing about the good ol’ days is that they’re gone.”
Jolene glided back to the table with two cups of hot coffee. She put them down on the table and then pulled a pad out of her apron pocket and a pencil from behind her ear.
“What’ll it be, boys?” she asked.
Bobby picked up the menu. “You’re going to have to give me some more time. We got to talking.”
“Sure, take your time,” Jolene said, and then she left.
Both men perused their menus for a few moments. Bobby peered over his and asked, “So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Reuben closed his menu and looked over at Bobby. “I need to ask you some questions about the car Jerusha f
