Chapter 3
Harry more collapsed than sat in the chair. It was almost noon. He knew the Judge always closed the doors to newcomers at ten. Eleven had gone by before either of them noticed. And it had taken another hour to take care of the last customers and send them on their way with a full belly and a smile.
His father slid two plates onto the table and settled his big frame into the chair across the table. A pair of the Swiss cheese-mushroom omelets, bacon, English muffin, and the inevitable hash browns. The Judge looked even more haggard than he felt.
Harry forced himself back to his feet. Rather than filling two mugs, he grabbed two of the last clean empties and brought the whole coffee pot back to the table. Just before he sat he remembered that the Judge liked cream and had to go a
