On his lunchbreak [View All]

[Orrex]

Around two that afternoon he came into the diner. He sat in a little booth in the corner and dropped his hat on the seat beside him. Janice eyed him from the counter. With his thumbnail he scraped at a little spot on the table, and after a minute he opened the menu and looked at it.

She picked up the coffee pot and made her way to his booth.

"Just water," he said. "And maybe a turkey club." She wrote his order on the pad, then walked back to the kitchen and hung it on the turnstile.

"He’s a wizard," Harry said through the service window.

"Who?"

He nodded toward the booth. "That wizard from down the boardwalk."

Janice looked out to where he sat. He was small and starting to go bald on top. His shoes were falling apart.

The little man had spilled some sugar on the table and was tracing in it with his finger.

"You sure?" asked Janice.

Harry glanced at the ticket. "I’m sure this’ll be the best turkey club he ever ate."

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