GavinI wait until my first whiskey is a memory and the second is a possibility.
It’s been over an hour since Tony was supposed to show up, though I knew after 15 minutes. That she’s not coming.
I can almost hear Hannah as I stride back up to the bar for the next whiskey, the second that I’m not supposed to have, “Don’t, Gav.”
But I check my phone and there’s nothing from her and there’s still nothing from Tony, and my sister doesn’t understand. She’s not here. That I can’t take it without her. That I think I’m in love and that I’m doomed.
“Another Jack Daniel’s,” I tell the bartender, Jake, who’s now on a first name basis with me.
Last time he wasn’t much help, but this time, maybe a 20 can persuade him.
“So, that Torrie woman…” I say, sliding the bill across the counter.
Jake smile
