Do Or Diner: a Comfort Food Mystery (2013)
“A thrill of excitement shot through me as I stood in front of the Silver Bullet Diner. It was still hard to think of it as my diner, but the wad of keys in my pocket assured me that it was.
It was mid-March in upstate New York, Sandy Harbor to be exact, and the snow was falling in big fat flakes, adding to the six-foot banks around the parking lot. Still, the bright red neon of the diner’s name and the blue neon proclaiming AIR-CONDITIONED and OPEN 24 HOURS shone through the snow and lit the way for patrons arriving for lunch.
It was my diner now.
Maybe it wasn’t excitement that I felt, but more like anxiety. In diner lingo, maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew. Or maybe I was having buyer’s remorse.
Probably all of the above!
As I surveyed my new kingdom on the frozen shore of Lake Ontario, I mentally listed all the things with which I needed to familiarize myself.
A huge gingerbread Victorian house located to the left of the diner and closer to the water had been recently v...acated by my aunt Stella.MoreLess
It was mid-March in upstate New York, Sandy Harbor to be exact, and the snow was falling in big fat flakes, adding to the six-foot banks around the parking lot. Still, the bright red neon of the diner’s name and the blue neon proclaiming AIR-CONDITIONED and OPEN 24 HOURS shone through the snow and lit the way for patrons arriving for lunch.
It was my diner now.
Maybe it wasn’t excitement that I felt, but more like anxiety. In diner lingo, maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew. Or maybe I was having buyer’s remorse.
Probably all of the above!
As I surveyed my new kingdom on the frozen shore of Lake Ontario, I mentally listed all the things with which I needed to familiarize myself.
A huge gingerbread Victorian house located to the left of the diner and closer to the water had been recently v...acated by my aunt Stella.MoreLess
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