Ethan nearly wept. Lawsuit scare. The invisible hand of capitalism finally working in his favor.
They walked in. The hostess, a teenager with a nose ring and the exhausted patience of the underpaid, grabbed two laminated menus. “Booth or table?” does cracker barrel have gluten free bread
That was poetry to his ears.
Ethan wiped his mouth. “It’s real.” Ethan nearly wept