Chapter 5
Saturday afternoon, April 13th
Steamboat Willie’s
“It was a nice service,” Kane’s Uncle Roger said from his perch on the bar stool next to mine.
“Thank you for coming. I appreciate you being there.” I meant the words, but I felt like I was speaking from outside my own body. It had been a rough week all around and a very emotional morning.
Kane himself moved toward us. “And you as well, thank you too,” I told him.
He gave me a tight-lipped grin and a nod in response. He pointed to my coffee cup and I nodded back at him to go ahead and refill it. The bar was closed for the day but several of us had naturally seemed to drift that way after the funeral.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Roger began hesitatingly, “what will you do now? Will you stay on here or will you keep on mov
