“Dottie,” he called.
Earl looked down at the plate. The syrup was pooling in the waffle squares like little amber lakes. He cut another piece. chicken and waffles cracker barrel
The waitress, a cheerful woman named Dottie who knew his usual order by heart, approached with her pad ready. “The usual, Earl?” “Dottie,” he called
Earl looked at Maya. She raised one eyebrow. chicken and waffles cracker barrel
Maya laughed—the same laugh she’d had since she was five, chasing lightning bugs in his backyard. That laugh was the only thing that could move him off his spot.