CHAPTER 1 G
P decided that tonight his family would eat good for a change. He eased the Renault Alliance to the order box; it stuttered and backfired every inch of the way.
“Welcome to Wendy’s. May I take your order?”
He shut the car off so that he could hear. “Excuse me…uh, could you run that by me again?” He could hear the cashier suck her teeth through the speaker, as if she was annoyed.
“Good evening, how may I help you?”
“Gimme six number sevens with large fries…and extra cheese. Make the sodas orange, no ice.” He thought...