“RIGHT AROUND HERE IS where I found Benji,” Mack indicated with his hand.
Benji grunted, keeping a stoic face even as he squeezed Beverly’s hand.
“I remember telling Mack goodnight, and I stepped outside,” he recalled. “I lit a cigarette, blew out the match, then started to walk to my truck. One hell of a loud noise, and then next thing I knew I was on the floor back inside the bar with this one,” he thumbed Mack’s direction, “pressing towels to my chest and telling me to hang in there.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Nathan said quietly, and meant it.
Benji grunted again. “You need anything else from me? If not, I’d kinda like a beer.”
Mack rolled his eyes and tapped his watch. “Benji. It’s Sunday. We have the blue laws, remember? I can’t even technically open for another hour.”
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