"Okay, cowboy," Mo said as she undid her greasy apron and tossed it onto the counter, "then I'm going with you."
"No, you're not, Mo."
"Yes.... I am! And you can't stop me."
I could've stopped her, but truthfully I didn't really want to go out there alone anyway. Depending on what we found I might be forced to explain all to her, but I would play that by ear.
"Okay, Mo. But I'm going now. Who's going to watch the diner?"
She walked over to the door and turned the sign from open to closed.
"No one," she said.