“Mom would be amazed that you are sitting at my bar. I should call her.” Sneaky actually knew Joe’s mother. Their parents all went to the same club, whatever that was.
“I’ve known your mother, Mary Sutcliffe Reynolds, almost my entire life. We went to St. Catherine’s together, and then Foxcroft and UVA. Small world.” Mrs. McElroy grinned, then nodded toward her empty shot glass. “One more for the road, if I may. Oh, and purchase a round for everyone here, on me.”
Joe’s face was in his hands, his shoulders shaking. I was almost afraid he was crying but when he glanced over to me a huge grin was stretched across his face. I knew he had a bad history with his parents, but he rarely spoke of it. Personally, I was warming up to the eccentric older woman sitting next to me at the bar. I doubt
