Buster Midnight's Cafe by Sandra Dallas

Format 
~Hardcover
Condition 
~Used
Publisher Description 
~You want to know about Butte, you go over to the twenty-four-hour Jim Hill Cafe & Cigar Store on Silver Street and ask for me and Whippy Bird. The lunch counter, not the bar since Whippy Bird doesn’t drink anymore, not after she got half of her stomach taken out.​
Whippy Bird can’t eat very well unless she lies down. When I get invited to her house for dinner, she serves it in the bedroom, where she can stretch out. With real company, she lies down on the couch, but me and Whippy Bird have been family all our lives, so we eat in the bedroom. “Whippy Bird,” I say to her, “you have more fun in that bed with a pork chop than you ever had with your husbands.” And she laughs and says, “You’re right. You are surely right, Effa Commander.” Though I surely am not.