"Margie," said Ben, as he walked into the diner, "How are you? Man, I haven't been here in years, but I was just craving your breakfast thing that I always used to get. Remember what it's called?"
"Sure honey, I'll get right on it. Why don't you grab a seat with your brother and his girl, huh?"
"I'm not his girl," I said at the same time Jack said, "She's not my girl," and Ben said, "She's not his girl."
"Okay, okay, tough crowd," said Marge turning back to the kitchen.
"Ben," I said, walking over to him, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I didn't eat anything all day and I want some eggs."
"There are other places to get eggs."
"Not like Sandy's eggs."
"Well your brother is really upset, I don't think you should stay."
"And you think I'm not upset?"
"You practically barreled through me and out the door earlier, you seemed pretty alright."
"Sorry I didn't stop and cry on you for a while. It's not my fault he's a pussy."
"Stop it," I said through gritted teeth. Even though Ben was whispering these things, I didn't need for Jack to hear him and for the two of them to cause a scene again.
"Listen, whatever, okay? I'll take my eggs at the counter and then I'll leave. I didn't realize that you were as big a bitch as Jack is."
With that he walked up to the counter and I could hear him conversing amicably with Margie and Cody, the chef.
"Can we have the check, Margie," I called after Jack and I had finished our silent meal and Ben had long since gone.
"Benji took care of it. Such a gentleman, that one," she responded.
"Yeah." I guess now it was my turn to mutter.