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Howard Bolger’s Fabulous Space Café David B Riley Scanned & Proofed By MadMaxAU * * * * The real estate agent turned off onto Route 7. “Don’t get to these parts much. No one comes through this side of town since they opened the new interstate. You sure you want a business out here?” “It’s all I can afford.” He switched on his left turn signal and slowed to wait for the opposing traffic to clear. “Suit yourself.” He pulled into the badly rutted parking lot and stopped in front of a small, rundown diner with the green and white Available sign in the window. Howard looked around the small diner. There was a counter with four chairs, a small cooking area, a pantry, and a set of restrooms on the side of the building. There was also plenty of dust. “Perfect. I’ve always wanted my own restaur-ant.” “If you want it... I’ll get the lease out of my car.” In a few days the dust was gone. The stove worked. The water was hooked up for the restrooms. There was still peeling paint on the walls and a few roaches had evaded the Black Flag he’d been spraying everyplace. He put the Open sign in the window and turned on the grill. It was time for business. * * * * At about two in the afternoon a pickup pulled into the lot. It had tools and pipes hanging from racks on its side. There was a sign for some plumbing company on the door. A man in greasy overalls sauntered out of the vehicle and entered. He plopped himself down |
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