March 2
Winter is a ferocious beast. The day becomes blistering cold, nothing one can prepare for when it felt like forty degrees Fahrenheit the day before. I finish a list of provisions to purchase for the bar when Coben Fierce walks into my office, unannounced. He looks down, unshaven, and not at all himself.
Downtrodden, he whispers, “Can we talk?”
I haven’t seen him for four weeks. Maybe I don’t want to see him for another four weeks. “Of course. Close the door behind you.” I apologize to him that there isn’t another seat in my office.
“No problem.” He brushes two fingertips along his shadowy beard. “You probably are surprised to see me.”
“I won’t lie. I am surprised. Our last encounter didn’t end positive. What brings you to The Man Club again?”
“I realize we’ve had a falling ou
