tell her everything.” He was getting in his car before she could tell him it was a bad idea. It was raining harder now, and he could barely see a few feet in front of him. In this rain, her car didn’t stand a chance. It was old, needed new tires, and starting it was hit or miss when she really needed to get to work. In this kind of weather, she would either pull over and wait it out, or not go out in the first place if she could avoid it at all cost. Right now, she wasn’t home, and Tyler hoped she was somewhere safe on the side of the road waiting it out.
The rain continued to come down with no sign of letting up. Grace sat in the back of the diner, listening to the hammering of the rain coming down on the roof, as memories of Tyler kissing his fiancé came rushing back into her mind with every passing second. She was soaked, but the cold wet clothes against her body didn’t faze her. She felt numb as she sat there staring out the window into the evening sky, mesmerized by the falling rain as it hit the street, leaving puddles and drumming on the window. Let this be a lesson to you. Stick to your plan of lonely nights and lots of cats , she thought to herself as she sat back in the booth picking at her peach cobbler.
“Do you need anything else, dear? More coffee? You haven’t eaten much of your cobbler. Is something wrong with it?” asked Betsy, the waitress at the diner.
Betsy watched Grace and her sisters grow up. She even gave them free meals some nights when their mom left. Betsy loved the Carter girls and would do anything for them. The night Denny left Grace, Betsy nursed her broken heart. She gave her a big fat brownie covered with vanilla ice cream after Grace came into the diner looking like a wet rat. She told Grace that night, “There wasn’t anything chocolate and ice cream can’t fix, especially a broken heart.”
“The pie is perfect, Betsy. I’m just not in the mood tonight, I guess.”
“Ok, spill it! I have known you since you were a little girl, and you have never turned down peach cobbler, or even left a crumb. Did Denny go and screw something up again? I swear, that man needs to be hit over the head with a cast-iron skillet,” said Betsy, with both her hands on her hips as she eyed Grace, trying to figure out what was going on with her.
“It’s not Denny, although he could use a good knocking over the head. It’s really nothing chocolate and ice cream can’t fix; you always told me that. Remember?”
“Oh hell, scoot over dear,” she said, sliding in next to Grace. “Katie, bring us the biggest brownie we have with two scoops of vanilla ice cream!” Betsy shouted to the other waitress behind the counter. “Tell me what’s going on, and what the trouble is.”
“Is it that obvious? I must look like the most pathetic person in here right now!”
“Gracie, sweetheart, this is a small town. Most people know your business before you even know it. And you do not look pathetic. You are a wonderful, beautiful young woman who any man would be lucky to have. You just have to learn to open up that sweet little heart of yours and forget about Denny Marshall. That man is a nuisance to society, and to women’s hearts. He was in here a couple nights ago going on and on about some hot little thing he brought home from the bar. I was just about ready to whack him over the head with my coffee pot.”
Grace sighed and sank further down into the booth letting her head fall back against the wall as she thought about Tyler.
“I opened my heart, and look what it got me. I am sitting here, turning down a delicious peach cobbler, and I am soaking wet. Why do I always manage to go through these things as a storm is coming in?”
Just then, Katie brought over the quick fixer-upper of broken hearts; a huge brownie with dripping vanilla ice cream, and two spoons. “There is more where this came from if you need to drown yourself deeper in chocolate heaven ladies,” Katie said
The rain continued to come down with no sign of letting up. Grace sat in the back of the diner, listening to the hammering of the rain coming down on the roof, as memories of Tyler kissing his fiancé came rushing back into her mind with every passing second. She was soaked, but the cold wet clothes against her body didn’t faze her. She felt numb as she sat there staring out the window into the evening sky, mesmerized by the falling rain as it hit the street, leaving puddles and drumming on the window. Let this be a lesson to you. Stick to your plan of lonely nights and lots of cats , she thought to herself as she sat back in the booth picking at her peach cobbler.
“Do you need anything else, dear? More coffee? You haven’t eaten much of your cobbler. Is something wrong with it?” asked Betsy, the waitress at the diner.
Betsy watched Grace and her sisters grow up. She even gave them free meals some nights when their mom left. Betsy loved the Carter girls and would do anything for them. The night Denny left Grace, Betsy nursed her broken heart. She gave her a big fat brownie covered with vanilla ice cream after Grace came into the diner looking like a wet rat. She told Grace that night, “There wasn’t anything chocolate and ice cream can’t fix, especially a broken heart.”
“The pie is perfect, Betsy. I’m just not in the mood tonight, I guess.”
“Ok, spill it! I have known you since you were a little girl, and you have never turned down peach cobbler, or even left a crumb. Did Denny go and screw something up again? I swear, that man needs to be hit over the head with a cast-iron skillet,” said Betsy, with both her hands on her hips as she eyed Grace, trying to figure out what was going on with her.
“It’s not Denny, although he could use a good knocking over the head. It’s really nothing chocolate and ice cream can’t fix; you always told me that. Remember?”
“Oh hell, scoot over dear,” she said, sliding in next to Grace. “Katie, bring us the biggest brownie we have with two scoops of vanilla ice cream!” Betsy shouted to the other waitress behind the counter. “Tell me what’s going on, and what the trouble is.”
“Is it that obvious? I must look like the most pathetic person in here right now!”
“Gracie, sweetheart, this is a small town. Most people know your business before you even know it. And you do not look pathetic. You are a wonderful, beautiful young woman who any man would be lucky to have. You just have to learn to open up that sweet little heart of yours and forget about Denny Marshall. That man is a nuisance to society, and to women’s hearts. He was in here a couple nights ago going on and on about some hot little thing he brought home from the bar. I was just about ready to whack him over the head with my coffee pot.”
Grace sighed and sank further down into the booth letting her head fall back against the wall as she thought about Tyler.
“I opened my heart, and look what it got me. I am sitting here, turning down a delicious peach cobbler, and I am soaking wet. Why do I always manage to go through these things as a storm is coming in?”
Just then, Katie brought over the quick fixer-upper of broken hearts; a huge brownie with dripping vanilla ice cream, and two spoons. “There is more where this came from if you need to drown yourself deeper in chocolate heaven ladies,” Katie said
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