8
Ida dropped me off at the bar. “I have to run a few errands, Mars. Don’t let the boys give you a hard time.”
I hopped out of the car and waved good-bye. I found Hank, Mac, Bob, and Jack all hanging around the same corner of the bar they’d been at earlier.
“Don’t you guys move?”
“I had to take a leak a few minutes ago,” Bob said.
“Besides going to the bathroom.”
“What else is there to do?”
“Mars, are you trying to run off my clientele?” Hank asked.
“Not at all. I’m just figuring out the dynamics.”
“That’s why you don’t fit in. There are no dynamics. It’s a bar. Just a plain old bar with guys who like to drink and talk.”
I shrugged. “Oh, by the way, I’m going to take a self-defense class at the senior center tomorrow. I won’t be in until the night shift.”
“I think we can survive
