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

doing the Sunday crossword in pen because apparently she had decided she earned the right.

Told him the azaleas outside the front window had finally quit trying to impress anybody and just bloomed.

Then, when visiting hours nudged toward ending, she stood and touched the blanket near his arm.

“I’ve got the diner,” she said. “Even if the diner doesn’t continue reading …