I Thought I’d Be Eating Dinner Alone… Until She Walked In And Said, “Can We Sit Here For A While?”

Every Friday night, I ordered dinner for a dead woman.

People in town whispered about it. They said grief had turned me strange. Maybe they were right. I still walked into Betty’s Diner at seven sharp, sat in the corner booth, and ordered two steak plates with mashed potatoes and extra gravy.

One for me.

One for Anna.