Their little two person table was crammed full of food. They wouldn't have been able to fit another plate if they tried and Dillon actually had to move the scrapple onto the booth next to him. He got his waffle, sunny-side up eggs, also known as dippy eggs, scrapple, rye toast, and very well-done home fries. Tony, on the other hand, went with a western omelet with ch

  Dillon 8:29 PM: Hey. Told the folks, and they took it fairly well. Dad was a little more lenient and understanding, because he smokes, too. He was disappointed though, and surprised that I, of all people, would go for that type of thing. He's right about that. He to

  "What's wrong?" Dillon asked with a small smile. "This is yer surprise, don't you wanna?"   "Fuck, you have no idea… but are you

  Dillon could finally think and looked over to where Tony sat on the edge of the bed. It was as if he watched him through a fog as he got out a test strip for Dillon's sugar meter, inserted it into the slot, and pulled the lancet back. Slowly, he moved his arm over and held his pointer finger out for him. After he sanitized his finger with an alcohol wipe, Tony took t

  "Yer a wreck and beat from all that, and yer already