On the way home I stopped at the Wolf’s Lair.
I needed a drink.
Hey Thom, I said.
Rick! said Thom. Good to see you.
Good to be here, I said. Give me a double.
Soda?
Morangie.
Thom raised his eyebrows. Poured the Scotch.
The brass rail felt cool and right on my hand. The warm mahogany of the bar.
I sat and thought.
I thought about Melissa.
What was I thinking when I thought about you?
I couldn’t remember.
Another double? asked Thom.
Twist my arm, I said.
Anything for a friend, Rick.
Yes, I thought.
Anything for a friend.