Chapter 5

Eventually Harry made his way back to me. Winked. Smiled. So pleasant all the time. Likable. “You alright?”

“The soup is stupendous. And the rye bread isn’t so bad.”

“Good to know. Melinda, my cousin, cook, sidekick, assistant manager, and all the other useful shit she does around here, makes both. She’s amazing. A fine woman. I’ll pass it on to her.”

I stopped eating, already feeling better. Because there were no patrons close to me, distanced from my left and right sides, I leaned over the bar and asked, “Harry, I have two uncivilized questions for you. May I ask them?”