Pete’s waiting on a load.” He tossed a fifty on the table.

“Get yourselves some dessert.”

He left through the side door, and the cold slipped in around the frame before it clicked shut.

The parking lot was dark except for the red sign over the door.

Diane held on to my arm going down the two steps.

“I should have gotten the bread pudding,” she said.

“I’ll bring you some Friday.”

“You’ll forget.”