Donut Shop 6 - Killer Crullers by Jessica Beck

Author:Jessica Beck [Beck, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Fiction
ISBN: 9780312542313
Google: bXiBnmMc3UgC
Amazon: 0312542313
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Momma was out again—presumably on another date—when I got home, and I couldn’t face more leftovers, so I got back into my Jeep and drove to Trish’s diner. I knew I could just as easily have walked the short distance through the park, but it was dark out, and I was feeling more than a little vulnerable at the moment. I knew what the real problem was. As much as I loved my independence and freedom, sometimes I got lonely, and tonight was definitely that kind of night. I wanted to be around people who were laughing, arguing, having deep discussions, just living their lives. I knew that I could get so wrapped up in my life that sometimes I forgot there was another world out there going about its business without a single thought or care about mine.

After fighting the temptation as long as I could, I tried calling Jake to see if his dinner was over, but when I did, the call went straight to voice mail. That was just about more than my overactive imagination could take at the moment. I almost turned around and drove back home, but I was still hungry, so I decided to keep going.

Trish was working the front when I walked in. “Hey, Suzanne, how are you?” She took a second look at me, and then added, “Is everything okay?”

I glanced around the diner and saw several couples out together, young and old, and the only place to sit was at the bar. “I’m fine. You’re busy. I’ll come back another time.”

She touched my arm before I could go. “You’re not getting away that easily. There’s always room for you here. Why don’t you sit right here and we can chat while I work?”

I couldn’t just leave, not that way. “Okay. Thanks.”

“What can I get you? After you order, we can talk.”

“I’ll have the special, whatever it is,” I said.

“Don’t you even want to know what we’re serving tonight?” Trish asked. “You really are off your game tonight.”

“Okay, what is it?” I asked.

“Country-style steak, green beans, and mashed potatoes.”

“That all sounds great,” I said.

Trish gave her cook the order, and then poured me a glass of sweet tea without asking. She knew well enough that I had usually had Coke with my burgers and sweet tea with everything else, though I changed it sometimes just to be different.

As Trish slid the glass in front of me, she said, “It won’t take a minute, but you still have time to tell me what’s going on.”

I saw an older couple approach the register with their bill. “You really don’t have time for this, and nothing’s wrong, anyway. I’m just feeling a little sad, blue, and alone. I bet you never feel sorry for yourself, or all alone in the world, do you?”

Trish’s smile dampened for a moment. “Trust me, I have more than my share of dark days, too.”

“How do you cope with them?” I asked her.

“Mostly, I just come into work, get busy, and after I start dealing with the folks who come in, my problems just fade away.

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