Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 198
…Wouldn’t you know, both liver & onions and meat loaf are not a part of today’s menu…
The would-be diners look at each other and say jointly, “We’ll have the fish fry.”
“That is locally caught perch with rye bread and a choice of coleslaw or french fries,” the waitress, a young woman with a farm girl look, recites by heart.
“Can we have both,” asks Ace. “We are starved. It’s been a long drive.”
“Chicago… that will be $1 dollar extra.” She is unintentionally ambiguous.
“Is the dollar for coming from Chicago or the extra food?”
She ignores the question as stated, “We get a lot of folks from Chicago in here, but you two are way more polite than most; you don’t even sound like you’re from the north. I’m good at guessing where a folk is from.”
“Give it a shot darlin’. I’ve got an Alexander Hamilton here that says you can’t guess what states we are from.”
She looks around, after seeing there are no other customers, then offers, “The lady looks like a true Southern Belle, maybe Georgia or the Panhandle.” She looks at Ace from his head and stopping at his feet, “You sir are from Texas.”
She grabs the $10 Silver Certificate and stuffs it into her apron, “Do you want tartar sauce?”
“I like you, you, you are ____,” prompts Ace?
“Polly, Polly Pabst.”
“I like you Polly Pabst, but I wouldn’t play poker against you; you’re cold.”
“I have a mortgage to pay.”
“Cooney is only 20 miles away…we have a cute motel on the north side of Eagle, you can’t miss it. Are you two married?”
The would-be overnighters look at each other and say jointly, “Yes-no, no-yes.”
“I ain’t being nosey, just that the older gentleman running the place used to be the preacher over at the Lutheran church and his wife is a bit of a prude.”
“We thank you for the head’s up,” Constance locks arms with Ace as they head out. “What is the Saturday Special?”
“What kind of stew is that?”
“German for good, let’s go dear.”
Constance Caraway P.I.