Chapter 393

• “Morning, Blake,” Charlotte said as she placed a cup down on the table and filled it from the coffee pot.
• “Hi, Charlotte,” I said and smiled.
• It’s what people in small towns did. They ate at diners and they smiled at their neighbors, even though smiling wasn’t something I did before I’d moved to Epworth. Charlotte walked off to serve other customers but I knew she'd be back in approximately seven minutes, the time it took me to empty my first cup of coffee.