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It was sunny.
Strange.
It would have been nice too, nice for Spring time.
If that brat hadn't been whining.
If only he'd shut-up.
He probably wouldn't have saved a marriage even if he had made such a fuss though.
And I, the narrator, am quite glad he decided to make a racket, and whine to his mommy.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!" The seven year old complained again. His mother dropped the shopping bags into the trunk of the car, as her husband leaned against it.
"Why don't we go out for a bite, Mont?" She asked him, helping her son in the car.
Lamont's fingers twitched instinctively to his jeans pocket. He gulped, and pulled them away to open the car door. He was going to quit smoking if it killed him.
Jennifer buckled her son in, and asked again. "Well?"
"Huh?" Lamont rubbed his eyes, not really paying attention.
"Going out to lunch?" She made sure her son was buckled up before closing the door and getting into her own seat.
"Oh, yeah." Lamont scratched his head, and started up the car. "Where do you wanna go?"
Jennifer shrugged. "There should be a place near-by."
"What a load of help that is.." Lamont rolled his eyes, starting up the car.
"I heard that.." Jenn mumbled, looking out the window and folding her arms.
"Sorry, hun.." Monty mumbled slumping into his seat, half paying attention to where he was driving.
Jennifer propped her head up with her arm and looked out the window. The houses and buildings weren't exactly unique to be looking at, so Jennifer decided to pick out something unique about the scenery. Kind of like an "I Spy" game in her head. The trees were starting to remind her of someplace she'd been before. They were all crooked, not a single straight one. She thought this was weird, but didn't say anything to Monty. Jennifer kept looking out the window. Her sense of familiarity soon dropped into her stomach as a sense of foreboding, along with bad feelings. What was this? What's wrong? She wondered, and pried her eyes from the window to look at her knees.
Lamont absent mindly pulled into a restraunt parking lot. It wasn't full, there were two or three other cars there, and he would tell that it was open by the neon sign that hung in the window next to the restraunt logo. Lamont's eyes scanned it over. Not a big place, and it looked like it had been through hell and back. The building of course.
He stiffly got out of the car. Why did the place seem to tug at him? Telling him to go away and yet come in at the same time? Get out while you still can! Or come in, because I've missed you. How could that be? He hadn't seen this place in years.
Lamont's eyes widened, and before he could tell Jennifer and his son that they should eat somewhere else, there were already through the door.
He shook his head. There was such a small possibility that this was what he thought that it was. The name couldn't be it. Lamont was just stressing, and his mind not reading correctly. Maybe he needed glasses. So he ran a hand through his red hair and walked in the door.
"Table or booth?" Lamont was greeted by a man who had to be in his early thirties or late twenties at least, with a messy mop brown hair and muddy brown eyes.
"Booth, please." Jennifer asked with a smile, and tried to keep Kyle to chasing after the waiter as soon as he set off for the booth.
Lamont walked slowly behind the three, studying the waiter, looking him up and down and observing his odd way of twirling the pencil between his fingers. It told Lamont that he'd been in this buisness a tad too long.
"Here you are," The waiter gestured to a booth with a nice view outside, and handed them menus. "And your menus."
Lamont squinted his eyes slightly. Did he know this guy? The voice sounded deeper, and the hair was sure messier, but..
"I said, sir, would you like anything to drink?" The waiter pressed, making Lamont give the stink eye up at him.
"Ah, yes." Lamont wasn't even looking at his menu. "I'd like the regular, with a glass of beer that you've got back." He smirked, looking pleased with himself.
"Oh, uh," Jennifer looked down at her menu, then back up at the waiter. "I'll have some buttermilk pancakes, and this one here," she ruffled Kyle's hair. "Will have some crayons, and a Mr. Smiley Face pancake breakfast."
The waiter just stood there for a moment, staring at Lamont. Then he creaked a smile. "Coming right up."

"What was that about?" Jennifer asked Lamont after the waiter had left.
"What was what about?" Lamont shrugged. "I've got no clue."
"You! With the waiter, and he-" Jennifer stopped when she saw the waiter coming back, and finished her sentence in a huff. "That's not him is it?"
Lamont just looked away and shrugged. "I don't know."
The waiter returned with their orders, laying them down on the table in order. "One set of buttermilk pancakes, one kiddie plate, one half cup of beer, and one regular."
The pancakes had a huge dollop of whipcream and a strawberry on top. Lamont was impressed, since only one person knew that that was his favorite, and his regular.
"I thought you said that you'd stop drinking." He noticed the beer.
"So, you've been here this whole time?" Lamont said casually, not looking up at the waiter.
"Gotta make something of it, don't I?" The waiter smiled at Lamont.
"Myles," Lamont looked up at his friend. "Can we, talk in the back?"
Myles nodded. "Yeah, it'll be good to catch up."

Jennifer watched the two walk off, worried what was going to happen. But Kyle brought her attetion back to him, to show her the pretty cloud he drew.