Chapter Fifteen
THE COTTAGE WAS a small Irish pub that used to be someone’s house at one time long, long ago. Most of the seating was outside, the dining in the front along Highland Avenue and the drinking in the back along Montreal Avenue. Edison lights dangled above them, casting soft white light down on the tables as soft music played through speakers Tracey couldn’t see. The rustic building had housed a few failed restaurants before the current family took over, but so far, they had made a success out of it, which pleased her. She knew how hard it was to make a small business succeed these days, and every time she learned of one, she made a point of doing business there to help them continue succeeding. Tracey had never been here before, but it seemed like a perfect choice for her bro
