21 Joe- Two Weeks Later
“Couldn’t you call first?”
My head was achy because of the insane amount of booze I’d been drinking every day for the last couple of weeks, staying sober only long enough to get things moving along with the sale of the building and an upcoming auction of the furnishings.
I held the door to the bar open for Mother and her driver Sam. As usual, he wanted to stand guard, but I poured him a cup of coffee and sat him down in a booth close to the door.
“If you would give me your phone number, you would know when I was coming or not.” Mother sat down at the bar, dusting the seat off first with her handkerchief. “I’m thirsty today. Your father’s lawyers have made me a bit testy.”
“Alcohol, or something more appropriate for ten in the morning?” I knew the answer before
