The chatter in the Café is almost deafening.  Trying to control this crowd of town folks, each with their own opinion of whom or what the bones found at the constructions site belonged to, is mind boggling.  Why all these people felt the need to meet here at the Café is beyond me. Now, I’m not complaining.  The business is great.  I just wish the Sheriff would get here soon.  Maybe he can do something about the stories spreading around like wildfire.  Maybe calm some of the fears of some of the folks.  Good thing I bought a gun. 

 I’ve heard myself, from a reliable source of course, the bones belong to a stranger who went missing a few years back.  I remember serving him lunch just like it was yesterday.  He had a burger, fries and a chocolate shake.  He was only passing through town he said.  Not planning on staying, just wanted to take a few pictures and leave.  He asked me about some of the points of interest in the town of Two Rivers, paid his bill and left.  Nice enough young fellow, very polite and not bad looking at all.  I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the Sheriff says. 

Now, what the heck is that commotion?  What’s Gertie Mae doing?  Is that Bessie’s dog?  I hope Gertie Mae isn’t trying to catch him.  He’ll bite her for sure.  Run Coco.  I wonder if Bessie knows he’s gone.  Thank goodness he got away and there he goes out the back door.   Good thing I left that open.