The brass bell above the door rang as Drew entered the diner. He had never met Rusty, but among the old men in their John Deere hats he wore his anemic build and greasy hair like a name tag. The two men, men being used loosely as Drew looked decidedly childish with his pallid frame and two sizes too big jacket, met eyes and Drew made his way to the table stumbling over his words.
“I uh, I didn’t think you’d come”
“Who the heck are you? What do you want kid?”
“I’m uh Drew, Drew Davies”
“And?”
“And you know my dad, you work with him, Keith Hoover”
“Look kid, I knew your dad. I haven’t seen him in months and if I do its’ gonna be ugly. He took my wife and all my money and ran off to who knows where”
Drew’s heart sank for a moment as he saw his hopes of finding his father vanish. Then he realized he just met someone who had as much a stake in finding his father as he did.
“Well don’t you want to find him?”
“Yea kid I do but I don’t even know where to start?”
“Well what if we work together, I mean I found you right?”
“Don’t you have school, or something?”
“Don’t worry about me old man, yes or know?”
“What’s your plan kid? Do you even know what you’ll do if you find him?”
“I don’t know I uh, I just want to meet him”
This was a lie; Drew knew exactly what he wanted to do when he met his father. After fifteen years trying to make ends meet with his heartbroken mother there was no doubt in Drew’s mind as to what he would do.
“Well I could use money, and I’d love to see the look on my wife’s face when I find them, alright deal”
The new partners shook hands and decided to meet at the diner again in a week.
Thanks. I can't wait!
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