The Blues & Billie Armstrong 61
PELICAN, CROW, DOLPHIN
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
I picked the last stale piece of pizza out of the box on the floor and tore loose a bite, chewed laboriously. Valentine winced. “Put that down, it’s disgusting,” she said. “Finish getting dressed, I’m buying breakfast.”
Valentine cross-examined my eyes a few times to double-check my commitment before she waved off the deputy in the parking lot, then we got in the Cadillac.
The restaurant was called The Lost Pelican. It was everything you would expect from a typical smalltown grease and gossip joint. Full of hubbub and clatter, with saucy waitresses named Fran and Jo, and the owner named Smitty or Red or Mac.