Chapter 4

George touched his arm again. This time Lou let it linger.

“I’m sorry.” He actually looked distressed. “Recently?”

“Couple weeks.”

George sipped his beer. “Any kids?”

Lou toyed with the nachos. “Career people. No time for kids. Makes the divorce easier, I guess. Problem is, if I don’t sell my house, she’s going to sue my ass off.” Lou marveled as he heard himself detailing his troubles to this stranger. He must be drunker than he thought.

“Will it sell?”

Lou looked up at Jimmy Stewart careening down a street in Bedford Falls. “For the right price. It’s a good place. Perfect neighborhood. Ten-minute walk from the beach. After the holidays, I’ll put some ads out. I’ll sell it. Then I can keep my head above water.”

“You like the house, don’t you?”