The Shadow
My best friend’s daughter is a wretched little liar.
I watch her as she sits at the bar, smiling at something Emmaline says while the rest of the club members get ready for the absence of the prez and vice president.
She opens a glass of beer and pours some into a glass before she brings the rim of the glass to her lips, pursing it as she drinks.
We’re going to be on the road for at least three hours. Drinking beer so early should not be on the agenda.
Yet, I know I can’t walk up to her to talk to her about it because I’m not the Uncle Cade she used to know. The same way she’s not my little Lottie anymore.
Her college boy fiance walks up to her while she drinks her beer. He wraps his hand around her waist, leaning over to kiss her cheek. She smiles, puts the beer down and
