#rydcrdecker

At times, it felt as though Santino’s body was giving out. He was often aiding wounds and attempting to ease any and all aches. And today was no different, even in the face of his pursuit to shop for food. His hands shake as he tries to pick up multiple heavy grocery bags. 

“We don’t serve hot dogs, no.” Lorianne says to a frustrated patron. They were driving through town with their young child, whom of which was craving a hot dog. “But we can make your son a really great burger.” She insists, earning a strange grunt-moan from the parent, eyes rolling soon after. Fine, he’ll have a burger. I’ll just have some pancakes. Lori smiles and nods but almost immediately mocks them once her back is turn, her face scrunching up in annoyance and disgust. She circles back into the kitchen, placing the ticket on the counter.