FAYE
I'd probably drawn the attention of others at this bar when I straddled the barstool and ordered a neat Jack Daniel's. By saying neat it meant no mixer, no ice, no water on the side, and not chilled since the bottle just came out on the shelf. s**t, I missed my own bistro, I thought.
A moment later, the Jack in a highball glass landed in front of me. I swirled the rich, amber whiskey in my glass, raised it to the bartender and took a sip. Closing my eyes, I took satisfaction in the taste and the moment of being alone in this crowded bar. I just wanted to celebrate my well-earned, end-of-the-day reward. I needed this. I needed some space to think about things — about Cora's proposal yesterday. My crazy best friend just wouldn't let me get away from this.
I could easily put it down w
