Chapter 13

“Who are all these people?” I asked, waving my hands at the pictures on the walls.

“My ancestors,” he answered. “And famous customers.”

“So you really do own this place?”

“Inherited it from my dad, who got it from his dad.” He seemed shy about telling me this, as if I might mock him or something.

“That’s cool. So who started this place?”

“Great-great grandfather,” he answered, still not meeting my eye.

I got up and started really looking at the old photos. Presidents, entertainers, all sorts of people had visited this bar through the years.

“Who’s this?” I asked about a man in buckskins standing next to a replica of Guy.

He’d gotten up and had been following me around, not saying anything as I looked at the photos. He leaned forward and peered at the image.