Kevin sat outside the store opposite Pittsburgh bar, waiting patiently, intending to confront the thugs that’d assaulted Natasha the previous night. It was already dark, and the street was lonely. He glanced up at the big clock that hung inside the shop.
11:48 pm.
He wondered how much longer he’d have to wait before they show up. The shopkeeper who’d noticed him sitting there for a while came to meet him. “Sir, is there something I could help you with?”
After a momentary silence, he said to him, “I’ll have a bottle of tequila.”
And at once the shopkeeper left to get what he’d requested. He soon arrived with a bottle of tequila placed side-by-side with a bottle opener on a tray and set it down on the table before Kevin.
“Thank you.”
Kevin opened the bottle and poured it into a dark
