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

the retired brothers who split an omelet and argued about baseball from opposite sides of the same booth.

Not Mrs. Worthington.

Not Joe Larkin.

Not the county road crew.

Not even the church secretary who always picked up biscuits for the office on Thursdays.

Naomi turned on the OPEN sign at six and by nine had served exactly three people.

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