Chapter Eighteen

DAKODA

We bring our mom to the diner we all adore. Once we settle into our usual booth, Mr. Rogers, the owner, curiously asks, "Hey guys, who's the babe?" This prompts Stella and me to burst into laughter at mom's surprised expression. "Mr. Rogers, this is our mother, Diana," we explain between giggles. "Mom, this is Mr. Rogers, the owner of the diner." Politely, mom responds, "It's very nice to meet you, but I'm happily married." Unfazed, Mr. Rogers extends his hand for mom to shake and says, "Oh, honey, so am I. I just wanted to greet a beautiful lady in a playful manner." Amused, mom replies, "You're funny," and proceeds to shake his hand in return.

I just discovered something new about the owner of this place. I had no idea he played for the same team. Not that it matters to me. I really admire this guy. He's pretty awesome for someone in his thirties.

“So, ladies, what's good here?" Mom asks, trying to change the subject.

“The burgers are amazing," I tell her.

“Alright, Roge