They both said that they did. When he looked to me for a response I didn’t want to say that it tasted like cold road kill soup. So instead I looked to Mom to rescue me.
“Well, you know how kids are. If it doesn’t come from a can or deep fried then they won’t eat it.” Mom said.
Mr. Rawnwe chuckled as though that thought humored him. However, it might be my imagination but I got the feeling that he didn’t much like having a kid in his big fancy restaurant. That is when I noticed that there wasn’t another person in that place anywhere near my age. There was a girl and guy on the other side of the restaurant sitting with an older couple that looked as though they might still be teenagers, but only barely.
