Jolynn, owner of the Hash-it-Out, slipped behind her and into the waitress station, mumbling about the waitress who hadn’t refilled the ketchup bottles before she took off on some hot date.“She’s young.” Isabelle defended the waitress, feeling lighthearted in spite of her daughter’s huge mistake coming to light. A year of letters, starting last Christmas. Only a few, Lizzie had assured her. Because they had written to soldiers for a school project the previous year, and Chad had written back to her, sounding a little sad, a little lonely.“What’s up with you today?” Jolynn lifted the big ketchup container and started to pour ketchup through a plastic funnel into the squeeze bottles that they kept on the tables.“Nothing.” How did she admit that a man had shown up on her doorstep?“Oh, honey, I’ve seen that scrunch between your brows before. That isn’t a sign of nothing. That’s a sign of…” Jolynn grinned. “That’s a sign that your daughter has been up to something.
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