CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
June 24, 1937 ~ Dr. Steven’s Journal ~ Bar-side Service. Three people attended. I was one. Plus the guy sitting at the bar.
“Let us pray.”
I removed my straw hat and bowed my head when the Reverend began to pray. First time attending a funeral service inside a bar. A distinct odor of alcohol could be perceived with each word that was prayed.
Never mind. It didn’t matter.
Henry’s own brother hadn’t even shown up. His own brother.
I guess that didn’t matter either. I just hope Henry is in a better place—heaven.
The preacher cleared his throat.
The man next to me removed his hat.
Preacher cleared his throat again and the men placed their beers on the table.
“We are all gathered here to remember … what was his name?”
Where had they found this guy? I need to write a
