ALTHOUGH HER EYES ARE NEITHER GOLDEN NOR heavenly blue, Terri Stambaugh has the vision of an angel, for she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, in spite of all the ways that you are fallen from a state of grace. She’s forty-one, therefore old enough to be my mother. She is not, however, eccentric enough to be my mother. Not by half. Terri inherited the Grille from her folks and runs it to the high standard that they established. She’s a fair boss and a hard worker. Her only offbeat quality is her obsession with Elvis and all things Elvisian.
