September 16, 2024 - “Day drink”
Allan stands in front of you and you slide your almost empty glass towards him. He takes it and places it beneath the tap.
“How you feeling?”
“Like shit”
“Beer’s not helping?”
“Gonna feel like shit either way, might as well enjoy something.”
“Getting older is going to kick you in the ass.”
“That’s what Benny says.”
“How is he?”
You are about to say fine but you stop yourself.
“Not great. He needs something to do.”
“Tell him to come by sometime.”
“I’ll tell him, don’t know if he’ll listen.”
“He really is as stubborn as May.”
“Imagine living with them both.”
“Won’t be forever.”
“Got an end date for me?”
“You know, Ruthie,” Allan’s tone sharpens, “you got somewhere to stay when you need one, I know it’s not what you want, but you got that and –”
“– not everybody does,” you finish, “I know. Allan, I do know that.”
