They sat. A waitress named Dottie with a beehive hairdo and reading glasses on a chain took their drink orders. Sweet tea for Margaret, water with lemon for Ethan.
He took a bite.
When the food came, the bun looked almost normal. Slightly smaller, pale tan, with a faintly glossy top. Ethan lifted the top half. It didn’t crack. He bent it. It flexed . does cracker barrel have gluten free bread
New bread. Tapioca-based. That was the rumor. They sat
That was poetry to his ears.
Ethan nearly wept. Lawsuit scare. The invisible hand of capitalism finally working in his favor. He took a bite
Then he put his seat back, let the sun hit his face, and for the first time in three years, didn’t scan the next ten exits for a safe place to pull over.
