Chapter Seventeen
“So I have an idea.”
Roxi turns from polishing glasses behind the bar. “Lay it on me, teddy bear.” She’s taken to calling me that ever since I took her to visit my mom. Only in private, but I keep waiting for her to drop the name in front of Harrison or Stockton, just for laughs.
“I’d like the Whiskey Den to host a Thanksgiving buffet in the parking lot.”
Her eyebrows shoot skyward. “On Thanksgiving?”
I nod. “My great-grandfather used to host an enormous Thanksgiving here in the West Bottoms, free to anyone. It was part of what made him super popular. I think I’d like to resurrect the tradition.”
Her brows knit together. “Why? Are you thinking of running for office?”
I shake my head with a laugh. “No. I just thought it’d be a nice way to give back. That’s all.”
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