John drove slowly past the building. A sign hung above the door proclaiming very simply, The Diner. He chuckled. “Truth in advertising?” In the window, the brown paper had finally been taken down. In its place was another sign. The Diner will open for business Friday at 6 A.M.
Finding a parking spot, not the easiest thing to do because most of them were filled by tourist’s vehicles, he got out of the patrol car. Walking back to the diner, he cupped his hands around his eyes, peering through the window.
Along one wall was a long counter, split into two parts, with red-topped stools in front of it. On the wall under the window there were round tables covered with checkered tablecloths. Cone-shaped lights hung above each one as well as above the counter. Behind the counter was a large, shel
