3 Joe
I’d spent the morning going over the numbers, and Grady was right. No matter what, the Broadway Cafe was doomed.
“You need to let it go. Hell, even if it was packed every night for a month it wouldn’t be enough money to bring the building up to code.” I said, but in my head it was Cliff’s voice speaking. He’d even told me as much right before he died, that there was no way he’d been able to make a go of it. He’d willed me the building and the business for one reason only. So I could sell it and move on with enough money to smooth the transition from being a hustler to a somewhat more respectable life. Problem was, selling it meant letting go of so many memories, too.
The day had started out pretty good, despite the fact that my bank balance was the lowest it had been since Cliff h
