She's alone.  And even if Mike Franks were in the room with her, she'd still feel alone.  They mix as well as oil and Burberry.  The air inside the diner is still and stifling, warmer than the outside and without the breeze.  But she's not nervous.  As the hours ticked by, she found an almost peace, an acceptance of what was about to happen.  Her ( Read more... )