Harry parked at the back of The Puffin Diner.
He wasn’t sure why he was here. Habit? To say goodbye? Something for the road? The rental’s dashboard clock read 5:50. Time to go to work. No… But it was…
Having no better plan, he tugged the collar of his jacket more tightly around his neck, and hurried in through the back door.
The normalcy was comforting. The Judge at his grill, giving the immaculate surface a final scrub with a bronze wool pad. The familiar odor of the first pot of coffee on to brew.
“Hey, bro!” Greg swung by and punched him on the arm. “Come to lend a hand?”
“I guess.” Not really.
“Could use some more silverware sets.”
Harry didn’t take off his jacket, but stepped out of the kitchen and over to the service station. He began taking a knife, fork, and spoon, rolling t
