SAVON
“Yo, man. It’s so good to see you.”
Jimmy's voice cut through the low music and chatter of the bar as he reached the counter where I was already seated. He patted me on the back with an easy familiarity. That was something he always did to mark his entry into a place.
“A drink, please,” he said, raising his hand to the bartender.
Then he turned to me, his smile wide. “What’s up, man? You haven’t said anything. What’s good?”
I glanced at him and lifted my glass slightly, forcing a half smile that did not quite reach my eyes.
“Cool,” I said.
The word tasted empty even to my own ears.
Jimmy frowned almost immediately. He leaned closer, studying my face, probably searching for cracks.
“Bro,” he said. “What’s the matter? Why are you like this?”
I looked away, my gaze drifting t
