Ted drove toward Antonio’s. The memory of what had happened there and his loss of Kenny caused him to change his mind and find another place for them to have this conversation. He drove farther into town.
Ted parked the car in a city lot and the two walked down Main Street. The food merchants hadn’t yet brought their sidewalk tables inside. Mid-fall weather was mild enough for them to use the outdoor seating for the overflow crowds that football weekends brought.
Ted chose a table at an eatery he liked—an old, refurbished, silver passenger train car. The pair sat under the red and white striped awning outside.
An older guy literally dropped off their menus. “Coffee?” he grunted at them. The man was stout, balding, wore a stained white dress shirt open at the collar, revealing a dense tangle of black hair. A dirty apron was wrapped around his waist over which his stomach protruded.
Ted and Erik agreed to the coffee.