“Now we walk it off?” Rick asked as they left the restaurant.
“Nope. We go back the motel so you can get online to look for jobs you think you can handle.”
“Like being a busboy, or dishwasher. The kind of work which doesn’t require a résumé, or any experience,” Rick said with a ghost of a smile. “Hell, let’s go back inside—” he gestured at the restaurant, “—and see if they’re looking to hire.”
“Sure. Why not? Who knows, you could get lucky.”
“It’s too soon. I don’t have my new ID.”
“Still, it doesn’t hurt to ask,” Beau replied, taking Rick’s arm to turn him toward the restaurant when Rick didn’t move.
Once they were inside, Rick took a deep breath, telling himself he could do this, before approaching the woman at the cashier’s desk. “May I ask,” he said when she smiled at him. “Is th
