TWENTY-THREE
MacGregor’s hosted five locations in Rochester. The one in Greece, on West Ridge Road, was near the movie theater at the mall. With green walls and black and white checkered floors, the taproom featured a wide variety of craft beers, and a menu filled with bar food selections with an Irish accent.
“This is a nice place,” Charlie said as she entered.
The host behind the counter asked, “Three tonight?”
James watched Monty’s behavior. The kid stayed by Charlie’s side. He could tell Monty wanted to make a move—reach for her hand, or say something clever and witty. Monty exercised amazing control. He kept his hands to himself and had also been unusually quiet. “Yes, please,” James said.
It was a Monday night. The football game was well underway. They were the only people waiti
