Chapter 22
After he finished replaying through his life, he still had no idea what to do; still had only two words written in tribute to Evelyn on his bag. Jim looked out to the horizon and let his surroundings distract him. The sun no longer reflected off the ocean. Families already gathered along the coast, collecting the candles from volunteer distributors. Lighted fences formed a path to the beach. When he turned around, more fancy lights decorated and lit up the ceiling and column supports of the bar. The patrons now emptied the bar, giving Jim peace and quiet for the first time since he arrived, not that the noise had bothered him before.The bartender waved at him, then held a finger up, as he observed the bar. Jim nodded, and returned his gaze to the coast. He may have not found Evelyn, but a
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