![]() ![]() My stomach snarled in approval, so I got the bartender’s attention. “Huh.” I took a swig of my beer, and by chance, I caught a glimpse of a snack menu over the bar. Her mind-she’s one of the smartest women I know, but…she walked away. “Yeah.” He pushed two shot glasses my way, both brimming with whiskey. Your wife, you said, earned a master’s in anthropology, and now she’s at home.” “You said you worked three jobs and quit college. “I have a question.” I coughed into my fist, and Kieran waved a hand in go-ahead before downing another shot. Hardly enough, but it was a good beginning. ![]() In order to escape the city rents when they eventually headed west, they’d settled down in Camassia and never left, even as his company started doing really well. It was in Georgia he’d met his wife, who was apparently six years older than him, and she was from Seattle. He’d gone to college in Savannah and dropped out after two semesters. I learned we were the same age, only he was a September kid while I was turning twenty-nine in a few weeks. It’d taken us half an hour to get a buzz, and in that time, we’d gotten a few random topics out of the way. This was the escape I’d needed for months now. I groaned and dragged my hands over my face. “Fuck, that’s it,” I hissed as the burn slid down. Who needed to try cocaine to spice up their boring life when you could meet an Irish enigma from Boston? He poured another round of shots, and I chased one down with a swallow of beer. ![]()
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