“Hungry? There’s a great diner a few exits up,” I said. “They have gluten-free options.” “Really?” She perked up. “That’s amazing.” With a simple nod, I tapped the steering wheel. In reality, I’d obsessively googled gluten-free restaurants in preparation for our trip. Not that I’d admit that to her. I was surprised by the sheer number I found. Maybe Maine wasn’t as backward as I’d thought.
