9 Chapter 9

“I’ll have the marinated turkey dinner, please.” Shawn looked expectantly at Dario. “Anything sound good to you?”

“I’ll have the same. Thanks.” Once she was gone, Shawn lifted his brow. Dario smiled in response. “I did come here to try the turkey dinner, after all.”

“Who else did you want to look up? Maybe I can help you out.”

“Thanks, but…I didn’t exactly have any other friends around here. Just Billy Ray.”

“That’s a shame.” He looked like he actually meant it, too. “Though I understand a little bit about that.”

“Do you?” Dario doubted he really understood, if only because Shawn couldn’t know what it was like to be an itinerant. “You don’t fit in well around here?”

“Not really, no. Well, I’ve got my family and all, but they don’t really count. I don’t even sit with them in church anymore.”

“So why haven’t you gone off for parts unknown? You’d probably be happier for it.”