Chapter Thirty-One>>>Unbelievable
“Breakfast?” I ask Harper as I relent and hand her car keys over to her.
“Does breakfast entail more than a sausage McMuffin at the McDonalds across the street?”
“If you want it to,” I smile and get into the seat next to her. I sort through our souvenirs from the church- a pair of complimentary Bibles and a deck of Go Bible Heroes all from the ladies. I’ll save those for my mom’s stocking next Christmas…
“We’ll get breakfast when we get to Shattack, sound good?”
The ride to Shattack isn’t more than 25 minutes without rain, and we make it there with little talking. We just enjoy listening to The Black Crowes on the cd player. I love Harper’s good taste in music. I notice while we drive that I don’t even hear “She Talks to Angels”, play at all. I am too distracted by Harper’s voice singing along. Her voice isn’t very good. In fact, it’s rather flat and a bit raspy when she sings. Nonetheless, I think she’s beautiful.
It occurs to me that I’m a fool in love. It also occurs to me that I’m starving.
“We’re here,” I point to the sign on the side of the road that says Welcome to Shattack, “That means we should stop for food…as soon as possible.”
“Do you see a place?”
I point to a small dinner on the side of the road and grin at her, “Didn’t think I would so soon eh? Pull in.”
We enjoy a quaint breakfast…the kind with whipped cream in the shape of a smiley face on your pancakes and stale coffee. Our waitress is right out of the 1950’s with her frilly apron and her curls in a bun.
Harper allows me to pay for once, and my chocolate chip pancakes are unbelievable. Harper shares hers with me when she can’t finish- blueberry ones. They are equally unbelievable. Ready for the ultimate pathetic line? As unbelievable as they are, they are not nearly as unbelievable as her.