When we were done, she just looked at me for a little while.
"Obviously, I've only heard your side of the story. It might be fantasy and bullshit, but I don't think so. You were probably right to leave, but you might want to let her give you her side of the story. I'm sure you've wondered how it all went down the tubes. It might do you some good. It might not, it may make you even more angry.
Still, human nature being what it is, it might help you to hear her out. Up to you, end of discussion. The next beer is on me."
God, I loved this woman. A mother figure who'd feed you all the alcohol you wanted, for a price, if you gave her your keys first.
She knew something was up the minute they walked in and she saw my face turn to stone.
"Friends?" she said, nodding to them.
"I don't know,"
