She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

for motorcycles and an even deeper admiration for mashed potatoes.

Roy and Linda stopped in every week they were nearby.

Always courteous.

Always hungry.

Always asking after Isaiah first.

And Hank came whenever he could leave the hospital.

Sometimes only for fifteen minutes.

Sometimes long enough to eat.

Sometimes just long enough to stand at the counter with continue reading …