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

up late to their own funeral.

By noon, Naomi had heard three versions without leaving the diner.

In one, she had thrown the officers out.

In another, she had invited a biker gang to take over Main Street.

In a third, she had announced to the whole county that Carter’s Diner was now a hangout for trouble.

Small towns did not need facts to get started.

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