Chapter 12

“I know just the place for breakfast,” Brody said.

“Where?”

“Just get in my truck and you’ll see.”

“Okay.”

Brody drove them to a strip center anchored by a Publix supermarket, pulled into the parking lot, and parked in front of a fairly nondescript diner.

“I’ve never noticed this place before,” Sheldon said.

“It’s one of those best kept secrets, I think. Lots of locals come here for breakfast or lunch.”

They went inside the diner and took a table by the window. Sheldon opened the menu. “So, what do you recommend?”

“I always have the mountain scrambler,” Brody said.

“What’s that?”

“It’s an open face biscuit with sausage and scrambled eggs, and it’s covered in white gravy.”

“Sounds good to me.”

When a waitress brought their coffee, Brody ordered the mountain scrambler with home fries, and Sheldon followed suit. After the waitress left, Sheldon leaned forward and pitched his voice very low. “So, of all the things we did earlier, which one did you like best?”