The diner was hopping. People were eating and talking and enjoying themselves loudly. I kept looking at Shirley, and she kept pretending she was ignoring me. She knows she likes me. I can't figure out what's taking her so long to come on over to my side.
Fat Mack looked up, grinning over a mouthful of grits and turkey ham.
"Y'all hear about the guy who tried to launch himself in a homemade rocket?"
Seated across from him, Little Willie was looking at that huge plate of food Mack was eating from. ...