Part 4
A young man stuck his head out of a door, “thanks boss.” If the look on his face was an indicator, Mini might be on the menu.
“Are you the only game in town?”
They started walking away from the garage around the hotel, toward what might be Main Street. “No, my former brother-in-law owns one on the other end of town. He doesn’t have a rollback yet. He says he’s working on it.”
“Friendly competition?”
He held the door of the diner open for her. “No.” The answer to the question was forceful.
‘Dangerous territory’, she thought to herself.
“What’s the story behind 2 diners?”
He blushed slightly, “two sisters.”
“Why not work together?”
“I’m afraid that’s one for the history books.”
Her mind went wild, ‘or for my pen’, she thought.
The waitress came; while she studied the menu, he ordered the pancake platter for Jack. The young lady giggled. “Sure.” Bo only half paid attention to what she ordered; an omelette and grits.
“What is there to do in this town?” She asked as the waitress left.
“Not much. We have a very old cemetery, library.” He seemed to be deep in thought, “not much.”
The conversation died. It wasn’t an awkward silence. More like, ‘I’m comfortable in your presents. We don’t really need to talk’, kinda silence.
After breakfast, Bo decided to go to the cemetery. Maybe it would inspire her. It was old and huge. The entrance was an old wrought iron gate with moss growing on it. It was propped open. She carefully walked through. There was a light breeze blowing. She had never been on a cemetery in her life that there wasn’t a breeze blowing. Even the small one where her dad was buried.
Though the cemetery was old, it was well maintained. There was a stone from 1897. ‘Wow!’ She muttered. This stone was beautiful. It was chest high. 1897 was easy to read. She couldn’t tell if it was the birth or death date. Only a few letters of the name were still left. An A, maybe or it could have been an E. D or it could have been an L. P and S. Not really enough to give any indication of a name or gender.
This gravestone was breathtaking. It filled her mind with …. Nothing!
What came first, the grave or the pine tree? It was massive. Its branches hung low toward the grave. Shading it from the sun, covering it with brown needles and random cones.
There were no other graves close by. Which Bo thought odd for such a large old cemetery.
Far off, she could hear birds. Nothing close.
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