You can bite me

You can bite me part 24

Before I entered the diner, I patted my gun and knife to make sure they were there and in place. The diners glass door showed that I was the first one here. The smell of bacon floated in the diner car.

My stomach growled as I sat down at the white clothed table. The cooked approached with a pencil and pad.

"Can I take your order?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd like two ham and cheese sandwiches to take with me for later, and for breakfast bacon, eggs, biscuits and coffee."

"Would you like your coffee now?"

"Yes please."

I looked out the window as I sipped the steaming cup of coffee. The country side quickly flew by. In a moment we were over water next we were on land again. The views were beautiful this morning.

I gazed at the sun in the distance, and I wished that Lillian could enjoy this with me. I thought if I remembers this for her, she could read my mind later and see what I saw.

The cook brought the food to the table, then freshened up my coffee.

"Thank you," I said.

He smiled and asked, "where's your lady?"

I lied to him, "she sick,"

"Are you taking her to get healed by the Shamen Priest?" he asked.

What I thought to myself. Where they using the silver chalice to heal the sick and cursed?

I asked, "do the Shamen Priest us a silver chalice?"

"Yes. On the train ride back are the most happiest and grateful passengers you could imagine," he answered.

"Do the Priest charge anything? I asked.

"Yes, but not what you would think?" he said.

"What do you mean? I asked.

"The only payment is to say a wishful prayer to be healed," he said.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, even the poor can afford that payment."

"So everyone is healed?" I asked.

"No. Some can't bring themselves just to say a prayer," he replied.

"Wow, thank you for the advice."

"Your welcome," he said as he went back to work.

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