Bert was angry. He wanted to tell the world. He wanted to take a baseball bat to Bobby Lee's head. Still, he knew that he would not do either of those things. First of all, who would he tell? They were in another state. Everyone here was a stranger. Secondly, he dare not risk Roses's life by returning to her little town. Still, he swore some day that Bobby Lee would pay.

"Well, I swear to God, no one is ever going to be hitting you again." He exited the car, and went around to her side and opened the door. "Now come on. Let's get a quick bite to eat and then we can start driving again.

The interior of the dinner was busy with the lunch crowd. The waitress, who was dressed in power pink, showed them to a small booth. "What can I get for you two to drink?" 

Bobby ordered first. "A Coke please."