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254 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 13, 2018
I run my fingers through her silky hair. “I swear to God, every time I look at you, I feel…” I reach for the most honest word I can find. “Thirsty.”
We shake hands. I lean back as Alan sits down at the table next to Barry. They chat and laugh and ask about each other’s families and I feel like I’m eavesdropping. Anxiety bubbles inside me and my knee shakes a little. I force it to be still. I don’t want it to look like I don’t want to be here, even though I don’t.
To distract myself, I listen carefully. I learn from their conversation that the bar has been open two months. It’s been Alan’s dream for many years. He’s been saving up money for a long time. He worked part-time at a home-brewing store. I’m not sure what home brewing is but I don’t want to butt into the conversation with dumb questions so I hang back.
... This is a lot of beer. I got drunk at my welcome-home party, of course. I got drunk at Ruben’s daughter’s wedding. Twice in six months. I haven’t had a beer in a while. I take a sip of the first glass, and Alan is right. It’s refreshing. It’s good.
I watch as he turns the second glass perfectly so that an inch of perfect foam tops the pint. He puts a paper coaster down and places the beer in front of me. There’s frost on the glass.