by Alicia Black

Created on: November 08, 2008

When someone walks through the doors of Harry's Diner at three in the morning, the wait staff usually takes notice. It was one thing that it was so early in the morning for customers, but another when the customer is wearing diamonds and carrying a Berka handbag. Harry's was located on an abandoned highway out in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska. The locals supported the place along with tired travelers. It was amazing the place was still open after twenty five years. It just showed you how devoted the regulars actually were.

It had been late at night, as previously mentioned, when Nora watched a commercial for acne cleaner when a woman in her twenties popped her head through the door. Her hair was up and neat. She wore too much make up and had shoes that had cost more than the restaurant. Every once and awhile Nora saw her share of white collar pricks who got lost, or were looking for something different. They all came in at reasonable hours. This woman who sat in front of Nora quite obviously had a story to tell.

"Coffee please. Regular," the woman said setting down her purse on the counter.

Nora nodded watching as the woman sat down on the stool and got situated. She poured the cup of coffee.

"Thank you," the woman said. She took a sip.

"Are you lost?" Nora asked.

The woman shook her head, "No, I believe this is Highway N. About fifteen miles away from Tranton. Am I correct?"

"Well, you're not lost. Do you realize what time it is?"

The woman set her cup down and looked directly at Nora, "Are you going to be asking me stupid questions for the duration of my visit here? Of course I realize the time!"

Nora did not much mind folks like this woman. This woman came from Beverly Hills where the stores were lined up with million dollar merchandise. She lived in a mansion with a pool and fountain. Nora did not have much tolerance for the wealthy. She nodded, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to be offensive. This hour and you just want to talk to someone, you know?"

After a brief pause the woman reached out her hand, "My name is Laura. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Laura, it's nice to meet you," the two shook hands.

After Laura finished her coffee she said, "Where are your bathrooms?"

Nora pointed to the left, "Right over there. You may have to flicker with the light switch. It's been giving us problems lately."

As soon as Laura went into the bathroom, there were a new set of headlights outside. Nora looked out and tried to see if she could make out the vehicle. It was still too early

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