Saltgrass Dessert: Menu

Lena spoke first. "The Caramel Pie. But with extra whipped cream."

Their waitress, a woman named Dottie with silver hair and sensible shoes, arrived not with a pen and pad, but with a knowing smile. "Y'all look like you need a minute," she said, placing two laminated cards on the table. "But I'll leave these. The kitchen sent out some bread. The honey butter helps most things." saltgrass dessert menu

The leather booth creaked as Marcus slid into it, the long day of driving from Houston finally settling into his bones. Across from him, his daughter, Lena, traced a finger over the condensation on her water glass. She was twelve now, too old for the kids' menu, too young for the silent weight that had filled the car since the funeral. Lena spoke first