They stayed at the cowboy steak house until the final show ended. Clay decided that, for local talent, the band was surprisingly good, and the skits proved to be amusing, if somewhat on the silly side. It was a family place after all, so he hadn’t expected either serious drama or anything raunchy. He’d even realized the rhythm guitarist and singer for the band was the younger brother of a couple of boys he’d known in school. He wondered for a few seconds what had become of them. They’d never been friends, but were not as cruel as some of the kids.
Back at the motel, Clay half expected Jon would suggest they simply go to sleep. He almost decided that was what he wanted to do. It had been a long and full day. Used to working mostly indoors and at a desk, he discovered he wasn’t in as great
