It's probably almost time for us to go back, but no-one seems quite ready to move. Jennifer seems a picture of contentment, relaxing between Sarah and George. She hasn't spoken much, and even if she has a lot to sayo, is probably going to be sparing with her words. She strikes me as a kind of Nordic earth mother, rather like a mature goddess Freya. I don't think she is one to easily lose her countenance.
"I've never been here before", she says. "What a nice diner. And the food is just out of this world. How often do we get to come here?"
"Every day, as we are able and willing", says Carl.
"Thanks, you guys", says Tommy approaching again with two full pots of coffee. "Can I get everyone super high on caffeine today?" Then, looking to Carl, he says dryly, "What? No beer today?"
"I'm cut off", he says, with near faked bitterness.
"That's no fun", says Tommy, "how come? Designated driver?"
"Designated role model"
"He's our designated leader", says Sarah.
"What are you guys. A religious cult?"
"Something like that", says Carl, "Why don't you guys come over to visit sometime and get converted to the true faith."
Tommy chuckles and says, "Where do you guys live anyway?"
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