Buttons at the Diner Counter | The Dog Who Waited at the Diner Door Every Morning — and the Secret He Wouldn’t Let Go
At 6:30 a.m., before the sun burned the frost off Route 54, Dee flipped her “Open” sign—and froze. The scruffy dog on the welcome mat wouldn’t touch the bacon today; his eyes were locked on the shadow standing by the abandoned Sinclair. Part 1 – Buttons at the Diner Counter The sun hadn’t yet burned …