Chapter Twelve

Margaret came to our table. “How do you find the food, dear?”

I smiled widely at her. “I haven’t eaten food this good in a long time.” That was not a lie. The food I ate had all the goodness of a homemade breakfast. I can cook but since I live with my father, I limit my whereabouts to just my room and the gate. I only venture to the other parts of the house, such as the kitchen, when he’s out of the country. “I like your place. I wonder why I never went here before.”

“Well, we barely get visitors from the main city. Most of our customers are just passing through. And we try our best to provide them with the feeling of home and the goodness of homemade food.” She noticed my shirt. “I see you found our bathroom.”

I nodded. “It’s brilliant! What you did in there was absolutely amazing.”

“Well, it was all Nick’s idea.”

I blinked back in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“He was the one who gave us the idea to turn this diner into something it is now. We’ve been running this joint for generati