“Okay, first off, I’m glad you’re finally going to kick him to the curb.” Anna gave me a thumbs up, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the music. As we’d talked, the bar had slowly become lively, first with the employees coming in to get ready for the night’s business and now, a couple of early bird regulars sat huddled around the flat screen TV, watching a football game.
We’d moved off to the back office, while Anna had listened to my wild tale with wide eyes, mouth open in shock.
“And second, that bastard needs his balls cut off. How dare he accuse you of trying to kill his side chick - which, for the record, I’d have had no qualms shoving her off those stairs myself.”
“Well at least he knows now that he was in the wrong.” I said with a shrug, nursing the can of sod
