Chapter 7
By the time Andy had been at the Dockside for a week, he’d settled into something like a routine. He took Trick for a walk down the beach first thing in the morning, then came back to share a cup of coffee with Scooter on the deck. After that, he’d help out around the place—Scooter really hadn’t been kidding about not being much of a handyman—or work on Scooter’s or D’ante’s trucks, which were old but in pretty decent shape considering all the salt in the air, give or take a few parts. Some days, they drove into town to run errands before the restaurant opened.
Working at the restaurant was tiring, but not difficult. Busboys were unremarkable, part of the background, which Andy liked. Being invisible was reassuring, like floating in a pool and letting the water muffle all the s
