“You’re not planning on driving home, are you, buddy?” the night bartender asked.
“Huh?” Laurie raised his head and blinked at the two men standing behind the bar. He shook his head and blinked again, relieved when the two morphed into just one man who stood watching him patiently.
“I said you’re not planning on driving home.”
“Oh. Uh…No. I don’t live too far from here. I’ll walk.”
“Okay. You might want to go. I’m closing.” He held up a hand as if to keep Laurie from giving him grief, although Laurie hadn’t planned to say a word. “You’ve been the only one in here for the past hour and a half. I mean I know it’s Wednesday, but that’s never stopped my regulars before. I’m losing money.”
“Yeah. Right.” Laurie looked around. The bartender was right. The place had been like a morgue earlie
