The old guy sitting in the diner was a Vietnam vet. He didn’t know what to do. His last buddy, also his roommate, died today. That meant his home was gone too.
He had been there for hours. The manager had noticed him. She walked over and asked if he needed anything.
“A place to stay. My friends are gone.”
She got him to tell his story. She saw their Christmas tree and asked him if he would like to stay in their back room.
“I’m a good cook,” he exclaimed, as his whole face lit up with a smile.
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