Samuel wiped his mouth with the paper napkin before setting it back on the table. He was dressed in his black shirt with the white collar and black slacks. He was working today. Setting a large bill on the table he grabbed his worn leather bible from the table and stood. Walking to the counter he rang the bell with a mischevious smile on his face. The blonde head of his only daughter, Abigail, appeared from the back and she smiled.

"Off to work, daddy?" she asked with an equally bright smile. She leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Stop by for lunch. It's broccoli and chedder soup today."

"With bacon?"

"Of course."

"That's my girl," Samuel said and gave her hand a squeeze before heading toward the door. "I'll be sure to tell Mrs. Patrick you say hello." She waved to him as he left, the bell above the door ringing. It wasn't a minute later that another of Abigail's relatives entered, though this time it was her Uncle Jason. He hopped onto a bar stool at the counter and rang the bell obnoxiously as though he were eight years old.

"Must you?" Abigail asked as she took it away from him. He grinned and she couldn't help but smile. "What can I get you Unle Jay?"

"Oh I'll have the blueberry pancakes, a side of sausage, and a couple scrambled eggs."

"Maple syrup?"

"Naturally."

"Coming right up," she said and moved toward the kitchen. She placed the order card on the clip and rang the bell. "Order up!" she called. Slipping the pencil into her bun, she moved to the other side of the counter to clear away the dishes from her father's table.

It was a Tuesday. Nothing out of the ordinary had signled that today would be any different than every other day in this part of the world. It was warm, which was nice. They wouldn't have too many more warm days before winter began to set in. The town buzzed as it always did about the upcoming Harvest Celebration that weekend. All folks talked about, really. Hannah's diner was the local hotspot for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With only two waitresses and one fry-cook it was the only sort of "stressful" job that existed in town.

Simple enough though. Abigail opened and took off just as the dinner hour came to a close. Her relief worker was a young girl named Meradith who was a junior at the only high school in town. That would be reason enough for Abigail to reasses her life. But for now, the fast face of a slow town was keeping her mind occupied. Though...the tides of change had already begun to blow in.