I wheeled him into the bar and to a table, clearing space for his chair. Tubby poured a shot of white rum and brought it over. Cherry looked at him as he placed it down in front of him. “Coconut water,” he ordered.
“Yes sir,” Tubby said with a grin and went back to the bar to fill up a water glass with coconut water. He returned to the table where I sat next to Cherry. The white-haired man picked up the rum with a trembling hand and downed it in a gulp followed by a long drink of the coconut water.
“She on this island, that I know. She think she hide from me. I beat her good when I find her.”
Tubby and I were silent for a moment. Neither of us knew really what to say to the man or why he was here telling us this. I had just met him a few days ago and our encounter wasn’t the most pleasa
