The Lost Girls of Johnson's Bayou
“Paul figured most of them had probably checked out of the hotel and were ready to enjoy one last meal of fine Southern cooking, then head back to their homes and jobs in the city. Everyone looked tired but happy, and he could see packages filling the backseats of the cars parked around him. Everyone else who’d visited Johnson’s Bayou this week had enjoyed their stay. Paul had been the harbinger of trouble. Ginny opened the café a little early, but Paul waited until the sidewalk cleared before making his way inside. He took a seat at the end of the counter, away from the other patrons, but knew that before long, the entire place would fill up. There wasn’t going to be much chance to talk to Ginny during work hours, but he at least wanted to see how she was doing after last night. She rushed to deliver coffee and take the initial orders, but managed to give him a brief smile. Finally, the early birds were settled and she made her way over to where he sat. “How are you feeling?”
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