“Sorry, Rhode.” I head over to his end of the bar. “Let me get you that refill.”
“I’ve been calling your name, but you’re on a different planet, it seems.” Rhode Dickson is a schoolteacher down at the town’s middle school, and he’s usually this amount of cranky once he has a couple drinks in him. “If you can’t focus on your job, just quit.”
I give him a tight smile. “Sorry about that.”
I can tell he wants to say something else, but one glance behind me to where Elsa is watching us has him hunching his shoulders and looking down at the newspaper in front of him instead.
I pour him a beer from the tap and slide his glass over to him.
Elsa gestures to me with her chin, and I follow her to the back, wondering if I’m in trouble.
“You’ve been looking stressed out since yesterday. Do you ne
