A House With Good Bones

by T. Kingfisher

Waffle House at four in the morning is a liminal space occupied by long-haul truckers, bleary-eyed shift workers, and teenagers so high they can smell God’s breath.

(Going to Waffle House for the waffles seems very weird to me. The hashbrowns are where it’s at.)

We finished up our hashbrowns and left the alternate world of Waffle House.