Hello little lovelies!
We all know Bucky's Diner. We all love Bucky's Diner. Now with that out of the way, can we please, please discuss the waitress staff at Bucky's Diner. One girl went on a full on rant about one of the young men in this town. Unfortunately, the name was not caught, but it seems she has very bitter feelings against this man. Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned. It does lead me to wonder who it could be. My sources tell me she was recently spotted with Theodore Collins. Though he's such a sweet boy, so I have no idea what he could be doing out with Samantha Thompson.
Then again, he may no longer be as sweet as he once was. Men do have a way of losing their minds around a pretty thing in a tight outfit. Our own Officer Vovk seems to have entertained Mister Theodore for a late night cap. With how much she's been frequenting The Sasquatch, not to mention visiting beds all over our fair town, it's not much of a surprise her parents didn't see her as a capable mother.
Speaking of parenthood, it seems a Happy Father's Day will be needed for a newly discovered father in town. A little birdy informed me the Romero clan has once again grown by one. How fortunate for everyone that she followed her father's profession. May I be the first to congratulate our own Doctor Hawthorne Romero on the reunion with his daughter Doctor Zelda Rowan-Romero. I'm sure his partners will be more than thrilled to help him ease into this transition. Who knew we'd have our own sequel to Three Men and a Baby right here in our little town?
So, those are the updates I've been given, and here is where I should tell you to send anything else you have for next time. Some of you may even be angry while reading this, wondering why this column exists, why this gets printed. My response to that is to ask: who do you trust? That is a genuine question I ask of all of you. I don't go out looking for this information. Once upon a time, this was an advice column, but now we're stuck and we pass the time by reading about other people's petty problems.
Who do you trust with your secrets? Who do you trust with your life? I've been asking myself that since news of Evora Kaplan's passing. Who are we meant to trust in this godforsaken town? She was a good person, and a damn good journalist, and they were passionate about every piece they wrote. Now she's gone, and it's not hard to speculate why - why someone would want someone like them to be silenced.
I don't have the answer to these questions. Maybe if I was more like them I could find out. Maybe if I was brave like her, I would keep digging and not stop until I discovered the truth. What I do know is that we lost someone very special this week.
I know that, and I know that this column isn't going anywhere. It may not be the way they would have done it, but I'll keep sharing the news as it comes my way, and I'm willing to bet more than a few of you will keep enjoying it. Be safe out there, lovelies, and may Evora Kaplan's memory be a blessing to all of us.
P.S. The Sheriff asked me to write a little PSA for you all: be careful when drinking, especially late at night. Please drink responsibly.