~Charlie~
It’s been four hours! What could they possibly still be discussing?
I’ve wiped the counter and the tables countless times, mopped the floor four times, washed this morning’s breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and again by hand… out of boredom and am now pacing the diner’s floor, convinced that they have all killed each other and I’m the only one that is left… alone… in this ghost town.
I start chewing on my nails, looking at the building each time I reach that side of the diner.
Finally, have had enough and get the guts together to go and have a look for myself. I put on my skates, rush over, and hear voices when I reach the door. I pull and the door won’t open, I pull again but still, it won’t open. My hand on the handle, it suddenly swings open to the inside of the room an
