They both ordered. Günter asked what whole grain cereal they had and, after receiving a blank look, asked for one egg over easy with whole wheat toast. Travis again ordered the “Café Special” in an attempt to further cement his place in Candy’s heart, even if it meant a shorter life.”
When his order arrived, Günter picked up his toast thinking maybe “wheat toast” had been too vague. .
“I walked around this morning.” Travis said deciding not to mention his experience at the church.
“And…?”
Well, it’s very dark,” and after a pause sensing that wasn’t enough, “and dramatic…and I think some of the houses here date back to the beginning of Otter Lake.”
. “Maybe these people are really two hundred years old and they are the original owners. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing a cemetery around here,” Günter speculated.
“Or it is possible that the houses were handed down and the population stayed so low, because even though this place is very pleasant, it never had an economy that could support more than four or five hundred people and unemployed people move away.”
Günter considered this.
. “No, I am going with my idea,” he said giving Travis a decisive look. “Remember Occam’s razor, the simplest answer is usually the best answer.”
Travis rolled his eyes.
“I don’t think that meant the answer from the simplest person.”
Günter took a bite of his donut and as he looked away said in a voice almost to low to hear, “pretty sure I’m right.”
“I heard that and … pretty sure you are nuts,” Travis stated in an equally quiet way.
"Slander is a poor argument,” then adding “Trav, you don't really have a plan do you?”
Travis thought about it. “It’s more of a direction really.”
“What direction would that be?”
“Kind of 360 degrees.”
“ As long as we know what we are doing,” said Gunter relieved.
" Not to worry, “said Travis.
When his order arrived, Günter picked up his toast thinking maybe “wheat toast” had been too vague. .
“I walked around this morning.” Travis said deciding not to mention his experience at the church.
“And…?”
Well, it’s very dark,” and after a pause sensing that wasn’t enough, “and dramatic…and I think some of the houses here date back to the beginning of Otter Lake.”
. “Maybe these people are really two hundred years old and they are the original owners. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing a cemetery around here,” Günter speculated.
“Or it is possible that the houses were handed down and the population stayed so low, because even though this place is very pleasant, it never had an economy that could support more than four or five hundred people and unemployed people move away.”
Günter considered this.
. “No, I am going with my idea,” he said giving Travis a decisive look. “Remember Occam’s razor, the simplest answer is usually the best answer.”
Travis rolled his eyes.
“I don’t think that meant the answer from the simplest person.”
Günter took a bite of his donut and as he looked away said in a voice almost to low to hear, “pretty sure I’m right.”
“I heard that and … pretty sure you are nuts,” Travis stated in an equally quiet way.
"Slander is a poor argument,” then adding “Trav, you don't really have a plan do you?”
Travis thought about it. “It’s more of a direction really.”
“What direction would that be?”
“Kind of 360 degrees.”
“ As long as we know what we are doing,” said Gunter relieved.
" Not to worry, “said Travis.
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