Chapter 4

“Hello, I asked if you’re ready to order.” The young waitress had a pen poised above her order book.

I looked up and shrugged. “Sorry, I was distracted…how about a club sandwich, salad with Ranch dressing instead of fries, and maybe a beer to go with it.”

I glanced over at the other menu, as I debated which would be the appetizer, the main course, and finally dessert. She noticed and frowned. “He’s a pilot. Need I say more? Ken, our airport manager, says they are just oversexed bus drivers.”

“Does he live here, or is he just on a layover, like other flight crews that stay at the hotel?”

“He lives here, been around for something like five or six years now. I think he came from out east somewhere. He usually eats here once a week. A real nice guy actually.” She glanced around. “Don’t tell Edna I said that though. For some reason she doesn’t care for the guy.”