Forrest's own job, driving around the morning deliveries for a downtown bakery, was quiet and solitary, requiring little in the way of socializing. Despite the Bondurants' place as local bootlegging legends, he was a man of modest, quiet ambitions, and it suited him just fine.
It also left his evenings free, and he spent every single one of those darkening a corner booth at diner where Maggie worked. He sipped his coffee and ate their meatloaf, which wasn't terrible, but wasn't particularly good, either. He talked to no one, simply leafed through the local newspapers and kept to himself.
The only person he ever had more than a passing grumble for was Maggie.
"Hm. How's the pie today?" He wondered, almost to himself.
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Date: 2016-01-27 05:19 am (UTC)It also left his evenings free, and he spent every single one of those darkening a corner booth at diner where Maggie worked. He sipped his coffee and ate their meatloaf, which wasn't terrible, but wasn't particularly good, either. He talked to no one, simply leafed through the local newspapers and kept to himself.
The only person he ever had more than a passing grumble for was Maggie.
"Hm. How's the pie today?" He wondered, almost to himself.