The Girl in the White DressBy Cathleen Armstrong “Where ya’ll from?” Les Watson spun around on his counter stool at the Dip ‘n’ Dine and spoke to the couple sitting in a booth by the window. “Lubbock.” The man smiled briefly before returning his attention to his enchiladas. The woman across from him didn’t look up. “Just passing through, I bet. No one I know is expecting company.” “That’s right.” This time the smile was even briefer. “Well, I hope you get where you’re going before…