On Monday, Jimmy and me met for lunch. Jax wanted to join us, but since I refused to close the shop, I told him to keep working and I’d be back soon. We had too many orders to fill and stuff to make before the Old Town Thanksgiving weekend. We could do all our sitting around after the first of the year and the holidays were past and all our orders was shipped.
Besides, I wanted to be alone with Jimmy for once. After the weekend, I couldn’t tell if we was growing apart or too worn out from work. But something didn’t feel right.
Jimmy grabbed me and gave me a big hug after I got to the table.
“It seems like I never see you anymore.”
I nodded since I agreed.
“What’s going on with you, Butch?”
I shrugged. “What’s going on with you, Jimmy? How are you getting along with Jax?”
It was his
