A Few Wrong Turns

6

Tory and Will eagerly stormed into the diner and nearly jumped on top of the counter. The waitress behind the counter looked at them strangely.

"What can I get you?"

"Water!" they begged.

She quickly brought them two glasses of water and they eagerly gulped them down. Tory came up from her glass, gasping for air. "More, please. More!" the waitress quickly refilled the glass.

Will breathed heavily as he laid his head against the counter. "We must've walked ten miles."

"Fifteen easily." Tory sighed.

"Ah. You two must've had car trouble on the highway." The waitress nodded. She had short, dark blonde hair and wore a dark green uniform.

"That was a highway? Where were all the other cars? I swear we didn't see any cars all the way here! Well, except, for one." She shot Will a glare.

"I told you. I thought it was the thieves."

"You pushed me into the cornfield!"

"I told you to hide!"

"There's corn in my hair!" She shook her hair, trying to get the kernels out.

The waitress grinned as she picked up two menus. "You two must be newlyweds."

"No!" they shouted abruptly.

Tory sniffed the air. "Is that cinnamon?"

"Best cinnamon buds in the state." The waitress told her.

"Please. Please. May I-"

"Two. One for you and your..." she stopped. "I mean, him?"

Tory rolled her eyes. "Four. One for him... three for me."

"Tory," Will called.

"Pipe down and go make your phone call."

Will nodded and took out his phone and frowned. "Still no reception. What's with this place?"

She pointed to the pay phone in the corner. He walked toward the phone as the waitress brought the cinnamon buns and placed it in front of Tory on the counter. "Five dollars." She told Tory.

Tory turned to Will. "Give me some money."

Will dug into his pockets. "I'm looking for change now. Don't you have money?"

"I don't have cash. Only my card." He pointed to her pocket and made a face, and she knew what he meant. "I can't use that here. It could be marked or something."

"So you plan to use it later?" Will quickly patted down his pockets. "My wallet!"

Tory bit into the bun. "Where is it?"

Will was afraid to answer. "I... I think... I left it in the car."

"Which car?"

"I hope yours. But maybe I lost it in Alvin's... or maybe the thieves' car. I don't know."

"You don't know!" There were only three people in the diner, but they all stared at her strangely. Tory quickly lowered her voice. "Do you at least have enough to call your mom?"

Will counted the change in his hand. "Sixty- four cents. It's enough to make one call." He put the change in and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Barbara answered.