Malone

Putting on my sunglasses, I walk out of the Diner, surprised at my first encounter with Slater. Maybe I’d built it up too far in my head over the years, but it hadn’t been nearly as bad as I always assumed it would be. 

Glancing around the downtown area, I look for some place interesting, where I can work until things turn around for me. Walmart and Target are at least an hour in each direction. It won’t be worth the money it would cost me to drive back and forth. ...