“Barb’s here again?” Roger asked Kane.
The younger man nodded. “Drowning her sorrows for the third night this week.”
“I love her to death,” Roger said shaking his head, “but she really dampens the vibe of the place. She needs something else to do.”
“She’s still grieving...I hate to say anything...” Kane shrugged and moved toward a beckoning customer.
Roger went the other way, toward Barb. “Hey, how ya doing?” he asked the sullen woman when he reached her corner of the bar.
“I’m fine. Celebrating.” Barb took a sip of her drink.
“Celebrating? What?” His tone was curious but cautious.
“The deal was approved by the courts yesterday to sell the bars and there was already a good offer pending on one of them because I put the word out a few weeks ago that it might be coming available.”
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