Home Country
It was the cold outside that bound us together better inside the Mule Barn truck stop. The coffee warmed our innards and the laughter at the philosophy counter heated our souls to very comfortable.
It was Doc who noticed it first. He’s trained to be observant, of course.
“Dudley, me lad,” said Doc, “are you on a diet?”
Dud, whose body would fall into the “just right” category, shook his head.
“Not me, Doc. Why do you ask?”
“Every day, for years, you put sugar in your coffee. You didn’t this morning.”