“Are either of the e’s capitalized?” Kenn asked in a flat monotone, sounding like he himself didn’t understand the question, but by this time, Joee was out of earshot. “That would be different.”
I tried a joke. “Well, there you go, Kenn. Joee is different, just like you.” It would have appeared that Kenn had ignored me, but for his shooting glare.
Looking around the bar, waiting for Joee to return, we saw her again, the bartender from the last time. The very same girl who had Tasered Kenn before uttering a single word to us, was now arguing with a pay phone by the fire escape door at the back of the bar. Her tight black dress juxtaposed against the heavy boots that were covering her calves reminded me of how captivating she had been when we saw her the last time. Lacking the tattoos she
