The coffee pot nearly slipped from my hand the second I saw my mother standing inside the Rusted Axle and honestly the sight felt so absurd that for a moment I genuinely wondered if I was hallucinating.
Evelyn Calloway looked completely out of place. Designer clothes, perfect makeup and expensive jewelry.
Meanwhile a trucker near booth six was arguing with a vending machine and someone else smelled like diesel fuel and poor decisions.
My mother’s expression twisted immediately.
“You actually work here?” She said.
Not hello, how how are you, just judgement. Fantastic.
I slowly set the coffee pot down before crossing my arms.
“You came all this way to insult my job?” I asked and Evelyn looked around the diner with obvious disgust.
“Maisie, this place looks like a health code
