Chapter Seven
Miles pulled up to the diner moments later. Bo’s Diner had been a fixture in Bradley for at least forty years. The current owner was the original Bo’s grandson, since his father had recently retired from the job, and despite his youth, didn’t apparently dare to make any changes for fear of being haunted by the ghost of his grandfather. The floors were ancient linoleum, the high-backed vinyl booths faced Formica-topped tables, and the walls were dark laminate wood paneling. The decorations in the diner consisted of signs with sayings like ‘The language you use in church is good enough to use in here.’
Their waitress, Pam, grinned at them and told them they could sit anywhere. Myrtle was glad that she didn’t call her sugar. There were waitresses in Bo’s Diner who were under t
