JESSICA WALKED INTO the Silver Dollar and took a seat at the bar.
“You working tonight?” Barb asked, when she spotted her.
“Nope. Just finished the show.”
“I heard about Trudy. That’s awful.”
“Word sure got around quick.”
“Come on Jess; you know better. Take all the tourists out of here and it’s a pretty small town.”
Jessica shrugged.
Barb started to say something else but then held her tongue. Instead, she asked, “Your usual?”
“Cranberry juice? Uh, no. I need something a little stronger tonight. Give me a shot and a beer.”
“Jess...no.”
‘What?”
“Come on. You’ve been doing so good. Was it really that bad?”
Jessica shrugged. “You heard about that too, eh? Show’s been over, what? Not even half an hour?”
“Sweetie, as my dearly departed grandmother always used to say, “This too sha
