The diner was practically empty when Savie Lynch sat down in a back corner booth, alone. It was one of those diners that had initially been a boxcar or a Pullman car on a train route to somewhere, and Savie didn't miss the irony of her presence. This place was going nowhere now, it had been removed from the tracks more than 50 years ago, and she was just like it. She was going nowhere, or more appropriately, she had nowhere to go.
"What'll it be, miss?" A middle-aged waitress approached her lazily, gum smacking in her mouth and Savie pinched her lips together as she looked up at the dark blond.
She hated being called miss, especially as old as she was, but she couldn't really be angry at the waitress for what she'd said. Savie knew that despite the fact that she was a great deal older, s
