Chapter 6
“Welcome back, stranger.”
Alan smiled shyly in response when his waitress—he was sure her name was Mazie—handed him a menu. It was Monday morning and he was in his usual spot, at a table for two in the far back corner of Bannock’s.
He’d debated long and hard whether he should return, after promising himself he wouldn’t. He’d seen Jim twice since then. Once at the club and then, all too briefly, when Jim had appeared on stage at the end of the show that he’d costumed.
I’m crazy, coming back here. He never knows that I’m here. Never sees me. Never smiles at me. If I vanished off the face of the earth it wouldn’t bother him because he wouldn’t have a clue.
He set the menu down, after looking at it, and took his book from his jacket pocket, while waiting for Mazie to return to t
