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Derek frowns at the way Zeke and Jacob act toward Ray, but still says nothing.

"My apologies ma'am I did not know", as he lays the photo on the counter and looks at it for a good while.

Ray speaks as brightly as ever, "Oh, it's alright, sweetie! My sight went gradually. And, actually, Zeke, I'm not as blind as a bat. I can see shadows and light." She smiles and makes another sweep of the diner. "Mike, you may want to put another roast in the oven. We're gettin' full-up!"

As she walks by Larry, she reaches a hand to tousle his hair.

Rather than complaining or exploding, Larry stammers and actually blushes a bit at this treatment. He finds his coffee intensely interesting for a few minutes.

Derek mutters something about bats not being blind. He watches Ray with his eyes as she moves about the room.

Takes a sip of his coffee and begins to eat on the slice of pie.

Ray makes a note on how to silence Larry and chuckles. She checks on the college student and the older man again, then heads over to the man whose eyes she's felt following her. "More coffee, sweetie?" She smiles to him, then asks, "I don't recognize your voice. What brings you here? I mean besides the weather?"

"Nothing. Just the weather. Its not a fit night out there. And yes, I will have a bit more coffee please." the man said without looking up at the waitress.

She poured him some coffee and walked over to Zeke to refill his cup. "That guy over there. He's a bit of an odd duck, isn't he?"

"Oh I don't know Ray. Aren't we all a bit odd at times?"

Indignantly she replied, "Some more than others Mr. McCabe. Some more than others." With that, she just huffed away from Zeke. Zeke just smiled and sipped his coffee.

On Ray's next round through, the college student hesitantly says, "Can I ask you a question?"

"I'm studying towns that disappear, like old Abramton. Do you know anyone whose family would have been around here in the twenties or thirties?"

The muddy young man at the counter glances their way at that, looks at his watch, then returns to his coffee.

Jacob also looks up, puts a marker in his bible before closing it and returning it to an inner pocket in his coat. He walks over to the table and nods to the girl.

"My name is Jacob Fishman, and my family has been in the area since the Depression."

The college girl excitedly begins to question Jacob, trying to draw out whatever his parents might have said about old Abramton in those days.

Derek looks at Ray, "No, thank you. I'm just passing through."