Caleb began orchestrating a text to Jessica as he answered Lola's question: "Gotta make sure no one is wondering where you are." His thumbs worked quickly on her phone until he hit sent. "So hungover, gonna sleep it off all day. If anyone asks, I'm turning my phone off." He read it aloud for her to hear as he shut off the phone and slid it back in his pocket.

Martha approached the table to refill Caleb's coffee and rested a maternal hand on his shoulder. "Anything else I can get you, baby?" 

Caleb put a hand atop of hers and smiled up at her. "I'm fine, Martha. Thank you. You coming to Jimmy's funeral tomorrow?"

The woman sighed and nodded. "Yes. We're closing down the diner for a few hours so we can go to the wake and burial. Where's the reception being held?"

"TJ's house. All the girls are over there now cooking. I'll see you then," he said quietly as he pulled a wad of neatly folded cash out of his pocket and counted out. "There's extra in there for that asshole's coffee," he explained as he nudged his head towards where Jack was sitting. "And something for you, too. To help with the money you'll miss out on while the diner's closed." He handed her two hundred dollars in a sly manner and got out of his seat. 

"Oh, honey, you've always taken care of this old lady," she cheerily said as she kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything."

"Yeah, help Lane forget about me, huh?" he said with a smirk.

The woman shook her head. "That might be difficult. You've always been a ladies' man. Be careful with this one, Lola," she smiled at her and nudged Caleb in the ribs.

"Bye, Martha. Let's go, Lola," he said as he signaled with a hand towards the door.