Chapter 2“So, Jim, another?”
Jimmy looked down at his near-empty pint glass, the remnants of his Swithwicks staring back at him. He’d had the one beer in the Village, and another when he got to his mom’s, long since evaporated by his mother’s heavy food, another Heineken after dinner. Maybe he’d had enough for a Monday night, but then again, he was sitting at the edge of the bar now, the time past eleven o’clock, diligently working up the report for Sissy Hickney about her husband Richard’s wandering d**k. It was depressing to think about the heartbreak and anger that was happening across the river in the Hickney household, how it would affect their kids when they found out their parents were likely divorcing. Parents should suck it up and stay together, Jimmy believed, no point in denyin
