Puffed up bigger than his morels, Benny offers to buy coffee. The guys pass the stash from hand to hand with appropriate comments. They could have been admiring a first grandchild from what I heard. You're not sweet-talking me into leading you to my spot. Amos denies any such motives and goes back to his coffee.
Location is the major topic.
Someone says around the apple trees out at White Star park. Rose, the waitress, leans over and tells us her sister says the place to look is in the woods behind the old Lutheran cemetery. I plunk my buck on the table for coffee and tip and stand up to leave. I tell him they haven't got any and nobody cares about a bunch of fungus anyway. They stare like maybe I'd just spoken in Swahili.