Chapter 88

• The diner was a 1950s style burger joint, complete with black and white checked flooring and too-shiny red seats. The waitresses were wearing the same type of uniforms I’d seen in old movies, and Elvis played quietly over the speaker. One of the booths seemed to be made out of a classic car.
• Elroy led me to one of the back corners, past the curious glances of the other patrons, and set us down in a booth at the back. The leather was stiff and less than comfortable, but something about this venue made that seem appropriate. I smiled as Elroy chose to slide in beside me, instead of across like I’d expected him to.
• “I’ve never been somewhere like this,” I told him, grinning. “Diners, sure, obviously, but not ones themed like this.”