The Phone Booths at the Farmer's Market

Excerpt From Lost Light

     The market was another remake job I had stayed away from. There was a new parking garage and open-air people center built next to the old clapboard market with its comforting combination of good, cheap food and kitsch. I think I liked it better when you could just pull into a parking space next to the newsstand but I had to admit they had done it right. It was the old and new sitting side by side and getting along. I walked through the new section, past the department stores and the biggest bookstore I had ever seen and into the old. Bob's Donuts was still there and every other place that I remembered. It was crowded. People were happy. It was too late in the day for a doughnut so I picked up a BLT and change for a dollar at the Kokomo Cafe and ate the sandwich in one of the old-time phone booths that they had left in place next to Dupar's. I called Roy Lindell first and caught him eating at his desk.
     "What do you have?"
     "Tuna on rye with pickles."
     "That's sick."
     "Yeah, what do you have?"
     "BLT. Double-smoked bacon from Kokomo's."
     "Well, that beats me all to hell."