My Best Friend Took My Autistic Son to the Same Diner Every Time She Visited—On His 18th Birthday, the Waitress Finally Revealed What They’d Really Been Doing There

famous place?” I muttered.

I never asked again.

“We could go somewhere nicer,” she said quickly.

Leo frowned. “The diner is nice.”

“I mean somewhere special, Leo honey.”

“The diner is special.”

Richard grinned. “Birthday boy wins.”

But Chloe kept going.

“Steakhouse?”

“No.”

“That Italian place downtown?”

“No,” Leo refused again.

“The diner is nice.”

I folded my continue reading …